The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1883-09-21


into a pasture. and all my stock will
water itself. But the man who's sellin'
wants hundred and fifty dollars down.
He's goin' West and must have that
amount this week. don't see the way
clear to pay it, for expenses have been
a good deal of late. takin' doctors bills
and hired help and all into considera-
ton, and my ready money has run low
Do you think of anybody that'll be
likely to lend us that amount for three
months, Dave?"
But before Dave could reply Dawes
wife spoke.
Father Somers," she said, 81 can
let you have the money-not as loan,
but as a gift. have been of SO little
use to you, and have made you so much
expense. 1 shall be very happy if you
will let me do this for you" And rising
up, she came and laid little silken
purse in Deacon Somers' hands.
'But where did you get it, child?"
asked the wondering Deacon, looking
from the plethoric little purse to her
face, which had flushed rosy red.
81 sold my paintings" Dawes wife
answered. "a gentleman happened to
see little thing painted. and he said
he knew where 1 could dispose of any
quantity of such work. And sure
enough l sold every one of those
things Ipainted when Twas sick for
good prices. And decorated some
plates for lady, who paid me well
for it. So have more than S175 in
that purse, which you are more than
welcome to-"
Deacon Somers removed his specta-
cles and mopped them with his silk
handkerchief. 81 can't do it, my
child" he said; sit wouldn't be right.
You must keep your own money
s.But 1 have no use for it." cried
Dawes wife. 81 intended to spend ii
all in Christmas gifts for the family,
but this is better. l have everything
need. All ask or desire is to be OF
some use-and to have you all love
me-" she added, softly.
"a hundred and seventy-fiye dollars
for that trash! Well, the world is full
of fools!" Mrs. SOmers calculated,
when she was told of what had &C.
Cured. But she looked at Dawes wife
with an expression of surprised interest
after that, as if it was Just dawning
upon her that one might be of use in
the world who could neither cook nor
make cheese.
Deacon Somer's farm boosted fine
stone quarry, and he was very busily
at work every spare moment, quarry
inc stone for the foundation of new
barn he was to build. One day Dave
drove to town, ten miles distant, with a
load of grain for market. 1t was Sep
TENDER, and the market mad risen dur
ing the last few days. All the neigh
boring farmers had turned out and
hurried their grain away. Deacon
Somers remained at home, quarrying
stone. Mrs. SomerS rang the great
bell at noon-time, but he did not come.
Then she grew alarmed.
..Some one must 90 up to the quarry
and see if anything has happened, she
said. And Dawes wife was off like a
young deer before the words were out
of her mouth.
1t did not seem three minutes before
she stood at the door again, with white
lips, her dark eyes large with fright.
Father is wed ged in under a great
bowlder," she said. "You and the girl
must 60 to him. Take the camphor
and ammonia; it may sustain his
strength until 1 can bring relief. 1 am
going to ride the dappled mare to the
village and rouse the whole neighbour
hood"
ave have no saddle" gasped Mrs.
Somers; "and the mare will break your
neck"
81 can ride anything" Dawes wife
answered as she sped away. at was
taught me with other useless accon-
plishments."
A moment later she shot by the door
and down the street toward the village.
She had bridled the mare and buckled
on a blanket and surcingle. She sat
like young Indian princess, her face
white, her eyes large and dark, looking
straight ahead, and urging her mare to
the highest speed. Faster, faster she
went, until the woods and fields seemed
flying pictures shooting through the air.
Halfway to the village, which was
more than two miles distant, she met
Tom Burgus, the blacksmith. She
refined up the mare so suddenly she al
most sat her down on her launches.
deacon Somers has fallen under a
bowlder in his quarry" she cried. &c
to him-quick! Dave is away" Then
she rode on.
At the village she reused half a
dozen men, and to the strongest and
most muscular she said: ''Take this
mare and put her to her highest speed.
Tom Burgus is already there. You
two can lift the bowlder, perhaps. l
will ride with DR.. Evans"
The man mounted the mare, and was
of like great bird swooping close to
the earth. He swept away and out Of
sight.
When DR.. Evans rsined his reeking
horse at the quarry, Tom Burgus and
Jack Smith, who had ridden the mare
from the village. were propping up the
bowlder with iron bars, while Mrs.
Somers and her help were trying to re-
move the deacon's inanimate form.
The doctor and Dawes wife sprang to
their assistance. In another moment
he was free from his perilous position,
and DR.. Evans was applying restora-
tives. "He will live," he said. "but
in five minutes more, if help had not
come, he would have been dead
man. 1t is very fortunate yea had 9
swift horse in the stable and ride,
who could keep her seat" and he
glanced around at Dawes wife just in
time to see her fall in limp heap.
Deacon Somers was quite restored
to his usual health the following morn
ing. "Dave's wife and the dappled
mare saved my life," he said to Deacon
Bradlaw, who came to call. $50 the
boy didn't make so poor bargain
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