The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1888-12-07
"Take it easy. Doc" soothed Posy.
.. We don't mean no harm!'

DR.. Bristow, litt,o treasured. men,
tally mathematical the day he left his
city home to throw himself into the
clutches of these white savages
doc" began Posy, "kin you cure
girl what's mighty nigh dead frum
bein' throwed frum a cayuse?"
DIR. Bristow's professional instinct
got the better of portion of his fears.
81 think l can safely say can, sir,
if cure is possible" he said.
Posy led the way to Chips bedside.
"Chip, this yere is Doc Bristow.
Doc, this yere is Ole Man Ashburn,
Chips dad. Come, ole man,
Ashburn followed him out of doors,
and DR.. Bristow was alone with his
patient.
The cowboys were very grave when
the physician reappeared.
Gentlemen" he began.
means you an SAINT, 1 reckon.
Posy," said Reddy Rose.
"What'l it be with little Chip,
docP" asked Posy.
"Although her case is extremely
precarious," replied the physician.
deliberately, with proper nursing and
the care of skilled physician, she
can be restored to health. A delicate
and dangerous operation is necessary.
If she survives that and is attended
by"
'She will be! The big doctor'll be
thar" said Posy.
"Who might he be. if 1 may ask?''
questioned the physician.
doc Bristow," answered Posy.
'But l can not remain. My engage
ment-"
BLANK your engagement! In that
thar room lies Chip-little Chip
that"
THAT we all love, every last one Nv
u.s." broke in Santa Fe.
"You betw cried Reddy Rose.
But"
"An'," interrupted Posy, 1.-The cuss
that got her hurt was run off the
range, but the cuss that kin cure her,
but won't, will never leave the range
a-runnin' nur no way"
That's what he won'tr' agreed
Reddy Rose.
DIR. Bristow seemed to fully realize
what Posy's words implied.
Next day, long before the hour for
performing the operation that was to
end or save Chips life, the cowboys
had congregated in the shade of Ash
burns post-office. Posy was not with
them.
"Posy," little Chip vas saying, as
she feebly stroked the rough head bent
above her, ''if If / don't git out
again, give each of the boys one of
these"
Then she weakly drew from beneath
her pillow as many locks of hair, tied
with little pieces of ribbon. as there
were cowboys in the group outside.
There was one for Posy. also, he no.
ticed through the mist of tears that
dimmed his eyes.
Little Chip softly stroked Posy's
rough head, as he bent still lower till
his lips touched hers. and hot tear
fell on each cheek. Then, far Drawer
than he, she turned her face away.
Goodbye, Posy." she said.
Goodbye. Chip"
He staggered out of the room, and
dashing the tears from his eyes, he
grasped the doctors arm with force
that made HIM vince, and whispered
hoarsely:
go in, now, an'-an' If her good
bye was the last one, God forgive We!
This yere iron''-half drawing his re-
volver-"never misses fire. an'-Wal,
you'll never go often the ranger'
DR.. Bristow had made no idle boast
when he spoke of his professional
skill, and all of that skill was called
into action to preserve unsnapped the
chord that bound poor little suffering
Chip to life. When the operation was
over and the crisis past, the great ply
stefan tottered through the door and
fell fainting into Posy's arms.
"She is safe!" he gasped, as he
opened his eyes.
As if moved by a common impulse.
the cowboys mounted their cayuses
and galloped off across the prairie at
whirlwind speed. Two miles away
they halted, and gave vent to their re-
joicing in yells both long and loud.
A month later, when little Chip was
able to hop about quite smartly on her
crutches. DIR. Bristow asked of Posy,
of whom he seemed to stand in dread
full fear. if he might leave for his East
ern home on the following day.
'But, Doc, l thought you was keen
to go out on the Cimarron?"
Nothing was further from DIR. Bris-
tow's desire. He told himself that if
he could but return home, it would
take a most powerful attraction in
deed to draw him away from it.
Santa Fe and Old Man AsLburn held
several mysterious conferences, in
which Posy was not invited to take
part. The result was apparent next
day. Instead of the faded blackboard,
Hank Bitters arrived in long spring
wagon, which. as Reddy Rose said, was
simply ''gorgis'' with red paint of the
reddest red; and Hank himself was
gotten up for the great occasion ere
gardless," in an uncomfortable suit
Of new store-clothes. topped off by
collar that persisted in riding his red
neck most outrageously. A clerical
looking parsonage who accompanied
him was saluted by the cowboys with
shouts of Preacher Blue!'
The covhOys were all in holiday