Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1886-05-06

| NO; get me nome, lnterposed MIR
Dalrymple.
MY house is not stones throw off
and the best room shall be at your serv.
| ice, sir. You know that
Yes, Lee. But-this may be a long
job. l would rather be taken home.
The squire thinks that homes
home" cried the gamekeeper. "And
so it is; specially in Illness"
1.-The difficulty was, how to get him
there. But necessity, as we all know,
Is the true mother of invention; and
by help of mattress, procured from
Farmer Lees. with impromptu bear
ings to it, made of webbing as Miss
Judith Lee called some particularly
strong tape she happened to have by
her, the gamekeeper, two laborers and
Mr.. Lee started with their load. Oscar
walked by MIR. Dalrymple's side;
Charles, in state of distraction, had
flown off to the town for medical as
sistance: and Mr.. Cleveland volun-
teered to 60 forward and prepare Mrs.
Dalrymple.
Mrs. Dalrymple was in one of the
old-fashioned sitting-rooms of the
Grange, with her daughters. Old
fashioned as regarded its construction.
and its carved oak panelling, dark as
mahogany: handsome and modern as
regarded its furniture and tittings-up
Mrs. Dalrymple, an agreeable woman
of three or four-and-forty, had risen,
and was bending over the tambour-
work of their visitor, Miss Lynn, tell
ing her it was too dusk to do more
then; Selma Dalrvmple was trying a
piece of new music, talking and laugh
ing at the same time; and Alice Dali
rymple, lame and an invalid, was on
her reclining sofa, near the window.
Here is Mr.. Cleveland by himself, ="
exclaimed Alice, seeing HIM pass. 81
wonder where the others are
Mrs. Dalrymple raised her head, and
went, In her simple, hospitable fash
ion, to open the hall door. Putting it
back for MIR. Cleveland's approach, she
retreated just inside the oak parlor.
What a long day you have had!"
she exclaimed, as he came in after her.
Il think you must be tired. Where
are the others?'
''They are behind" replied Mr.
Cleveland. He had been thinking, as
he came along, that he would make
light of the accident, at the first telling;
quite a joke of it; SO as to prepare
them without alarm. 1--WE have bagged
such a quantity, Mrs. Dalrymple; and
your husband has asked me to dinner;
and is going to accommodate me with
coat, as well. Oh! but talking of
bagging, and dinner, and coats, | hope
YOU have plenty of hot water in the
house; baths, and all the rest of it.
One of us has hurt his leg, and we may
want no end of hot water to wash it.
That is Charles, know" said Sc
lima. He is always getting into some
scrape. Look what he did at Lee ;
last week
No; it is not Charles, for once
Guess again"
rs it Oscar?"
Oscar interposed Alice, from her
sofa. Oscar is too cautious to get
into hurt
Then who is it?'' cried Mrs. Dali
rymple, looking up. els it much?"
s. hat should you say to its being
me?" said Mr.. Cleveland, sitting down
and stretching out one leg. as if it were
stiff. and he could not bend it,
20. dearr' uttered Mrs. Dalrymple.
running forward with footstool.
chow did it happen? You ought not
to have walked home"
NO" said he, my leg is all right.
1t is Dalrymple; he has hurt his lit
tie"
'.How did he do itp Is it the knee?
Did he fall?' was reiterated around.
1T is nothing interrupted Mr..
Cleveland. ''But we would not let him
walk home. And l came on to tell
You, lest you should be alarmed at see
mo him brOurht'
..Broughtt' said Mrs. Dalrymple
How do you mean? Who is bringing
him?"
Hardy and Farmer Lee. l suppose,
left to himself, he would have been
for running all the way here, and leap
ing the bitches over the shortest cut, so
we just made him lie down on mat
tress, and they are carrying it. Miss
Judith supplied u.s."
Has he sprained his Lego"
NO" carelessly returned Mr.. Cleve-
land. HE has managed to get little
shot into it; but -
''Shot!' interrupted Mrs. Dalrym-
pie, in frightened tone "Shotr'
1t is nothing, assure you, said Mr.
Cleveland. "A very slight wound. He
will be out with us in a week again"
", Ahi. NltNclduu. Silt
tered, you have quite upset me. Is
it ScriouS?'
SERIOUS! Don't you see how merry
| am? The most serious part is the
trousers. Oscar. in his alarm, like
you, as to seriousness, decapitated their
LEG at the knee. They will never be
fit to wear again. added Mr.. Cleve-
land, with a grave face.
1--WE will turn them over to Charles
stock said Selma. Il am sure. what
with one random action or another
half his clothes are in ribbons"
How was it done?" inquired Alice.
IAN accident" replied MIR. Cleve-
land. Zone never does know too well
how such occur
I'VE must send for DOCTOR" OBJ
served Mrs. Dalrymple, rising hastily.
However slight it may be, shall not
know how to treat it.
do not trouble yourself. We
thought of that, and Charles is gone
for Forth. suppose his bed is ready.
Mrs. Dalrymple? He should be laid
there at once. Better be on the safe
side
Mrs. Dalrymple quilted the room.
Mr.. Cleveland also quilted it, and went
to the hall-door, and stood there, look
ing out, his hands in the pocket of his
velveteen coat. Some one came quiet
" up, and stood by him; it was Selma
Dalrymple, trembling.
MIR. Cleveland" she whispered, lis
it not worse than you have saidp |
think you have been making light of it