The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-03-16

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Mr.. Hartman" said Dubette. ~ have
bring him that he may see the injury and
help me, for he ID very strong"
The old man shook hands with them
heartily and then turned to the couch.
began the little doctor, with professional
hustle, sis It badi"
Elchard, with pain in his eyes, gave him .
like Beam by his side. An honest light was
in the big, square face, and Elchard put out
his hand and whispered, hoarsely: 'Get
these broken ribs OF from my heart soon II
you can, sir; the pressure sudocatos me-"
"Yes, sir" said the young fellow, with
eager kindness, and all set to work. Two
hours afterward, Elchard, with the broken
parts adjusted, for Dubette was some
thing of Q 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 rhythmic 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 it and stirred
in his chair. A moment afterward, the
sound Of q dress, sliding down the little
stair, touched his ear, and Trean entered.
She glanced at an old clock on the mantle;
it was five o'clock.
"I will get you some breakfast now,
Orson, before you Co." she said.
"No, Trean, I will 60 down home, I guess.
I will come up in the evening again; he
will get along think now," and their eyes
turned to the sleeper's face. A pale film Of
dawn was creeping over it 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 q film Of light like
the dawn, save that it was ruddier, rose into
the girls face. and the eyer-present blood
in the young mans cheeks seemed to die
back and leave them gray. Yet, perhaps it
was only from his ail-night vigil. and really
the dawn striking its first faint color
against her ineaments.
81 will go now, Trean," he said, quiet
", and passed out and down the lane and
saw, yet did not whollycsee, the morning
stirring among the eastern peaks, and
stopped to watch it surge like 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, q round and open furnace door into a
great cloud of fire, was heaving over
Gray's Head, and he turned and went on.
When Elchard opened his eyes a curtain
had been lowered that the rising Hood of
light might. not come in upon him, and
Trean was moving softly across the room
toward the kitchen. For moment he
turned his eyes enquiringly about, then, re-
Numbering the time and place, a 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 following along the canyons side,
which, like giants bullying, 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.
1t 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 a time the father came into the room
where Elchard was lying.
'sGood mornin'," he said; show air the
hurts by this timer
much better, thank you. OF course
am very sore, but hope 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 AN 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, if she air so't Of
sad, an she'll fix We up snack Of some
thin at III coax We to eat, so 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. Trean"
and he went to the kitchen door, while q
smile Of amusement and gratitude crept
over Richards face. ''Trean!" but she had
not come in yet, and the old man Lit his
pipe and, with Eneaments 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 q moment he came
back, bearing square kneading-boar COW
cred with a white cloth, and upon which in
clean dishes rested a baked trout, baked
pota.oes, steaming coffee, toast, q saucer OF
fresh lettuce, q tiny dish Of yellow butter,
tumbler Of cream, and by the plate a
bunch of flowers. The injured mans eyes
turned gratefully toward the kitchen door
when he looked at this.
'.Your daughter is very good" he said,
with something like lump rising into his
throat.
"Yes, few are more so, hev an idee.
She ken fix snack of vittles at almost
any body ken eat, l guess" and he placed
the kneading- board carefully on a chair by
the couch and helped Elchard to the food.
When he had eaten what he wished, he
said:
THANK you, Mr.. Hartman. Please thank
your daughter, too, for me. Words are not
much to give IN return for such kindness y
'They are plenty, they are plenty! The
one what does good gifts his pay in adoin' of
it; besides, in the hereafter, if there's some
still acomin' to US, there'n be plenty to pay
US with" and the old man went into the
kitchen and ate his breakfast with Trean.
That evening, as the sun through the
jagged mountain gaps in the west rolled
slowly out of the valley, drawing Its back
ward streaming walls of radiance down and
out of the long vale after it, the daughter
climbed to seat among the pine trees back
of the house, and sat down to sew
and rest. But she had no heart for the
needle, and sat with her fine. strong head
thrown back little, as if the sluggish cur
rents of her life had quickened. Was it the
setting sun that Lit two tiny fires deep back
in the blue darkness of her eyes, or were
they sparks that her heart sent up! All day
her blood had stirred with faint and sweet
delight, and now, when she thought of the
grateful. approving look in the strangers
eyes, the same soft delight seemed to