The Daily times. [volume] (Richmond, Va.) 1886-1889, 1889-01-21

Hank, with an inward CONFUSION
But it's mighty risky business
lhey re pizon, plumb pizon "
As the cowboys circled about tho
0uckboard the passenger almost gave
up all hope
Tell them" he whispered TO Hank
That worthy, with tremendous
wink at Santa Fee, called out:
Don't be brash, boys This ycrc
gents on his way to visit n ole time
friend down on the Cimarron. what's
got a crippled boy. As favor 10 me.
don't hurt him. Names Doc Brisiow.
/ VI. D., W.
WHAT cried Posy a doctorl
Got yer tools an medicine along
docT
Yes, sir, quavered the physician.
Got them alongw cried Posv.
Then yer iCst'--
Hold onl broke ian Santa Fe.
catching Posy's idea we don'twant
no botch doctor. Doc, air You up to
yer gameI'
II hardly
Il mean do YOU know yer biz, DO
YOU size up with tho balance uv tie
doctors,
Dr. Bristow's professional pride. up
IN arms ln an instant, overcanc his
fears.
Know my business, sir Up with
other physicians, SIR WHY sir, / can
say, without a particle Of boasiing,
+ that / stand head and shoulders above
my professional rivals-head and
shoulders, sir. am the author
Of
lie named a work with q sonorous
/ and complicated medical title, that
conveyed little or no meaning 10 his
hearers
Il performed sir, one of the most
remarkable cures Of the present cent
ury by torne Senator Haywood to
vigorous bcalth
"Blioyo / yeared about that, said
santa re. Lowed he'd die, didn't
thcyF
Certainly. Ninoty-nine cases out
Of every hundred thus attacked sue.
cumb Therefore / ann justly accorded
great credit for my almost miraculous
cure --
Boys. sold Posy, Eve want himw
That's what we do, agreed Reddy
Rose
AS the cowboys reached this decision
the party was within hundred yards
f Ashbuin's postoilicc
Doc slid Posy, you'll have TO
stop we're while. "
The physicians air of gratifed pro-
iessiongl pride was instantly super
seeded by fear
"Oh gentlemen, spare met lac
quayorcd Il VIII not wear 1t again
u you object TO its appearance"
'fClance NV what asked Santa
Fc
My hat-plur, Think You callitr
Hank Biuers threatened 10 explode
with delight, but the cowboys never
even smiled.
The physician was so loath to leave
the vehicle that lac had to be dragged
out by force
Take it easy, doc. soothed Posy
we don't mean no harm
DIR Bristow, little treasured. men
tally mathematical the day he lett his
city homo TO throw himself into the
clutches of these white savages.
Doc, " began Posy, kin you cuIea
girl what's mighty nigh dead frum
bein throwed irum a cayuse.
DR. BrstOw' S professional instinct
got the betterof a. portion of his fears.
u think / can safely say l can, sir,
if q cure is possible, % he said.
Posv led the way to Chips bedside.
Chip, this we're is Doc Bristow.
Doc this yere Is Ole Man Ashburn,
Chips dad Come, ole man"
Ashbum 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
"lIoaus YOU an SAINT, l reckon. I
Posy." said Reddy Rose
"What'n it be with little Chip, door /
asked Posy.
Although her case is extremely /
precarious, replied the physician de- /.
liberately with proper nursing and /
the care Of a skilled physician, she |
can be restored TO health. \ delicate /.
and dangerous operation is necessary. /
If she survives that and is attended /
by
she win bel The big doctorll be
thar, said Posy.
"Who might he be, if / may askfn /
questioned the physician.
doc Bristow, " answered Posy.
But ! cannot remain. Ny engage /
ment
Blank your engagement In that
thar room lies Chip-httle Chip
that
That we all love, every last one NV
us broke in Santa Fee.
lyon bet" cried Reddy Rose
'l},..u
AN, interrupted Posy, the cuss
that got her hurt was run of 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'T agreed
Reddy Rose.
DR. Bristow seemed to fully realize
what rosy words implied.
Next day, long before the hour for
performing the operation that was to
end or save Chips life, the cowboys
had congregatod in the shade of Ash
burns postollice. Posy was not with
them.
"Posy, little Chip was saying, as
she foebly sroked the rough head
bent above her, If If l don't get
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
his eyes.
Little Chip softly stroked Posy's
rough head, as he bent still lower till .
his lips touched hers, and a hot tear
fell on each cheek. Then, far Drawer
hon ba eha ttpooI hon focn atVotr