The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1888-01-26


The old man shook hands with them
heartily and then turned TO the couch.
"Yes; now let Us see now let ussee! An"
began the little doctor, with professional
hustle, ssis IL badp'
Elchard, with pain in his eyes, gave him 9
searching look, then turned them on theox-
like Beam by his side. An honest light was
in the big, square face, ara ElchaFd put out
his hand and whispered, hoarsely: "Get
these broken ribs Of from my heart soon II
you can, sir; the pressure sunocates me-"
Yes, SIR" said the young fellow, with
eager kindness, and ell set to work. Two
hours afterward, Elchard, with the broken
parts adjusted, for Dubette was some
thing Of surgeon, despite the lameness Of
his nature, sank into that deep slumber
which follows exhaustion. Then the hours
flowed on in silence, the moon rode slowly
over, the rythmic concert OF the crickets
beat the stiffness sleepily, and, at last,
faint glimmer began to grow upon the
mountains. Beam, who was watching be-
side the injured sleeper, saw IL and stirred
In his chair. A moment afterward, the
sound Of drcss, sliding down the little
She glanced at an old clOck ON the mantle;
II was flve O'Clock
al will get you some breakfast now,
Orson, before you 60" she s6id.
"No, Trean, I will go down home, guess.
viii come up in the evening again; he
will get along think now," and their eyes
turned to the slceper's face. A pale film Of
dawn was creeping over il as they looked
and made clear the delicate chiseling Of the
nose, the refined outline Of the forehead
and the strong under portion OF the face;
then their eyes met, and a Aim of light like
the dawn, save that It was rt1ddier, rose into
~ S,lte RS.< kI.x,
in the young mans cheeks seemed TO die
back and leave them gray. Yet, perhaps 1t
was only from his all-night vigil, and really
the dawn striking its first faint color
against her lineaments.
II will go now, Trean," he said, quiet
ly, and passed out and down the lane and
saw, yet did not wholly Ssee, the morning
stirring among the eastern peaks, and
stopped to watch It. surge like a froth Of
gold across the heights, but fell instead to
gazing at the ground. When he looked up
It was gushing into the valley through all
the gorges, trimming their wide mouths
with silver and strewing their dripping
sides, where visible, with pearls. The sun
itself, a round and open furnace door into Q
great cloud Of fire, was heaving over
Gray's Head, and he turned and went on.
When Elchard opened his eyes curtain
had been lowe red that the rising Hood OF
light might not come in upon him, and
Trean was moving softly across the room
toward tho kitchen. For moment he
turned his eyes enQuiringly about, then, re-
membering the time and place, q smile and
salutation came to his lips, but the girl had
passed into the kitchen, and he lay awhile
looking out through the open door at the
sunshine yellowing along the canyons side,
which, like a giants bulging, muscle
knotted breast, rose hairy with sage brush
and vines across the stream. The days be-
| ginning, like most summer mornings among
the Utah mountains, was beautiful; cool,
luminous, balmy, the climate of Naples, the
scenery Of Switzerland
It was quiet in the house little time, for
Trean had gone through the orchard and
was milking In the dewy strip OF meadow
| that came from the valley and ran short
| way into the canyon back OF the house.
| After time the father came into the room
where Elchard was lying.
"Good mornin', !" he said; 'how air the
hurts by this timei'
"Much better, thank you. OF course I
| am very sore, but I hope I shall not have
to remain here troubling you long" with Q
SMILE
The old man flung out his hands depre-
ciatingly. "Don't We be Uneasy; we hev mo-
house IAN what we. need, an yo'r well
| come. hev know what it air to be sick
and bad hurt, an yo'r welcome. Treany
air good an handy, II she air so't Of
sad, an she'll fix ye up snack Of some
| thin at III coax 70 to cat, 90 don't We git
| nettly about goin' furder, but lay still an
enjoy yourself tell you're well nun to move
handy. The Lord don't of'en send US any
| good Of much size to do here among these
mountings Of His'en, an when it do come
we air, am hopin,, ready for it. Treanl''
and he went to the kitchen door, while q
smile Of amusement and gratitude crept
over Elchard's face. ''Treanl" but she had
| pipe and, with lineaments grown benignant
from the mild intoxicant, talked on.
After time the girls footsteps could be
heard moving about the kitchen, and
presently she called her father quietly and
| he went in to her. In o moment he came
back, bearing square kneading- board COW
cred with white cloth, and upon which in
clean dishes rested baked trout, baked
potatoes, steaming coffee, toast, saucer Of
| fresh lettuce, tiny dish Of yellow butter,
| tumbler Of cream, and by the plate q
bunch Of flowers. The injured mans eyel
turned gratefully toward the kitchen door
when he looked at this.
.sYour daughter is very good" he said,
with something like lump rising into hia
throat.
"Yes, few are more 50, hev an idee
She ken fix o snack Of vittles 'at almost
any body ken eat, I guess" and he placed
the kneading- board carefully on chair BY
the couch and helped Elchard to the food
When he had eaten what he wished, he
said:
srThank you, Mr.. Hartman. Please thank
your daughter, too, for me. Words are moi
much to give IN return for such kindness
''They are plenty, they are plenty The
one what does good gifts his pay in adoin' o1
It; besides, in tho hereafter, II there's somt
still acomin' to us, there'll be plenty to pay
us with" and tho old man went into thu
kitchen and ate his breakfast with Trean.
That evening, as the sun through tht
jagged mountain gaps in the west roliet
slowly out Of the valley, drawing lts back
ward streaming wallis of radiance down ani
out Of the long vale after 1t, the daughtel
climbed to q seat among the pine trees bacl
i Of the house, and sat down to sew
and rest. But she had no heart for thu
needle, and sat with her fine, strong heat
thrown back little, a. II the sluggish cur
rents Of her life had Quickened. Was II ths
setting sun that Lit two tiny hres deep bacl
in the blue darkness Of her eyes, or wert
they sparks that her heart sent upi All day
her blood had stirred with faint and swee
delight, and now, when she thought Of thl
grateful. approving look in the stranger'i
eyes, the same soft delight seemed Il
spread through all her heing. For mo
j ment the poverty Of her life, the shadow o.