The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1889-11-13

had to walk"
81 wasn't vexed about it, }" replied the
visitor. '.Nor am in hurry about my
| trunk"
81 sprained my ankle" Mrs. Hender-
son said. 81 am afraid will not be
about for three or four days"
"That is too bad" commiseratingly
reioined Miss Atwood. SIT seems was
lust to come. I can do ever so many
things for you"
eyes," grimly assented Mrs. Hender-
son.
s'I'u first look after that ankle" the
visitor said, briskly, cheerfully.
She removed her dainty-looking cuffs,
and then took of her aunt's shoe and
stocking.
SIT is considerably swollen" she said.
81 am not surprised" replied Mrs.
Henderson. 'You will find a bottle Of
liniment in the cupboard, yonder."
ST wouldn't put iniment on it just
yet" advised Fanny. ''Have you any
sugar of lead?"
every likely. Look in that medicine
box in the cupboard. There's a little Of
every thing there, almost"
Fanny found the sugar of lead, and
then some linen suitable for bandage.
She put the sugar of lead in basin,
added cold water, soaked the bandage in
it and then wrapped it around the
swollen ankle. She went about it like
a professional nurse.
''That feels very cooling" Mrs. Hen
derson gratefully said.
"There is nothing reduces swelling
like sugar of lead water" replied Fan
ny. ''I'll wet the bandage every now
and then with it. Just you remain quiet,
dearie, and don't bother yourself about
any thing. You have no girl?"
''No, child" Mrs. Henderson said.
s'We can not afford to keep one"
9Th get uncle his dinner" announced
Fanny.
"You'll-get-George his dinner!' re-
peated Mrs. Henderson.
Fanny noticed the incredulity in her
tone, laughed prettily, and said:
"Why shouldn't 1? If you'll allow me
to skirmish around I'll manage to find
things However, it isn't near dinner
time yet. When I went to the kitchen
for the basin saw you had sprinkled
the clothes. Shall iron them?"
She saw the odd smile that came to
her tired aunt's lips and correctly inter
preted it.
"May be you think can't iron?" she
pleasantly said. ''Just you wait and see"
"But the dress you have on, Miss At
wood. It"
"Was selected for SERVICE" completed
Fanny. ''Of course I'll put on one of
your aprons"
When George Henderson returned
from his errand he heard some one sing
ing in the kitchen. He stepped in and
saw his niece ironing away as deity as
if she had spent the best part Of her life
at it. She made such pretty picture
that he stood still and looked at her.
''How do you do, uncle?" twinkle Of
merriment in her brown eyes; then she
went and kissed him, standing on tip-toe
to do so.
''I'm glad you've come, Fanny" he
said with heartiness. 81 suppose Matte
explained why did not meet you at the
station? But why are you ironing?
Nhere IS Matt1e|
''She is lying down, uncle. She fell
and sprained her ankle"
Mr.. Henderson stepped into the sit
ting-room, a look of concern on his face.
why, dear, how did this happen?" he
kindly asked.
''Oh, how does any thing happen?" she
replied, a little querulously. Through
my own awkwardness, no doubt, al
most tainted, the pain was so great"
docs it pain you now, dear?"
81 am glad to say that it doesn't"
''I'll battle it with sugar of lead wa
ter" he said. There isn't any thing
better
Fanny has already done that" re-
piled the wife. sit was her own sug-
gestion."
''Oh," calculated Mr.. Henderson, with
increasing appreciation of his niece.
and she insists upon ironing. A
pretty mess she'll make of it!''
"Well, may be not" Mr.. Henderson
said, in quiet tone. 81 watched her a
little while. Matte, you are a good
ironer, but she is your equal"
'Oh, nonsense, George!" exclaimed
hiswife. Reared in the city, as she has
been"
Didn't necessarily make her lazy,
silly, novel-reading imbecile," inter
rupted her husband. perhaps we
haven't been just to Fanny. l think she
is solid, energetic, capable sort of
girl, and it is lucky that she came"
''Well, hope it may prove so," doubt
ingly rejoined the wife. George, there's
the butter
iii churn that" he said. 'Well get
along. just you keep your mind at
ease. You will get about much sooner
if you do
Fanny Atwood prepared dinner, now
and then slipping into the sitting-room
to wet the bandage, and to chat in her
CHEEKY way with the patient.
On the third day Mrs. Henderson was
able to hobble to the kitchen, where
she found every thing in most excellent
order.
Look at my currant jelly" Fanny
proudly said. as she held up one of the