The Cambria freeman. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1867-1938, 1889-05-17

the vehicle that he had TO be dragged
out by force
Take it easy, Doc" soothed Posy.
I'VE don't mean no harm"
DIR. Bristow. little rcassured. men
tally mathematical the day he left his
city home to throw himself into the
clutches OF these white savages-
Doc" began Posy, q" kin you cure
a girl what's mighty nigh dead frum
bein' throwed frum a cayuse?"
DR. Bristow's professional instinct
got the better of a portion of his fears.
II 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 yerc is O.e Man Ashburn,
Chips dad. Come, ole man.
Ashburn followed him out OF doors.
and DIR. Bristow was alone with his
patient
The cowboys were very grave when
the physician reappeared.
Gentlemen he began.
Means you an SAINT, I reckon,
Posy," said Reddy Rose.
"Whatll it be with little Chip,
doc?" 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. y delicate
and dangerous operation is necessary.
If she survives that and is attended
BY"
..Shc win bel The big doctor'U be
thar said Pozy.
who might he be, if may ask?''
questioned the physician
Doc Bristow," answered Posy.
But l can not remain. My engage
mcut-'
Blank your engagement In that
thar room lies Chip-Iiule Chip
that"
THAT We all love, every last one Nv
US" broke in Santa Fc-
''You bctl' cried Reddy Rose
But"
An" interrupted Posy, ..the cuss
that got her hurt was run of the
range, but the ou-s that kin cure her,
but won't, viii never leave the range
a-runniu' nur no way"
That's what he WON'T agreed
Reddy Rose.
Dr. Bristow seemed TO fully realize
what PoSy's words implied.
Next day, long before the hour for
performing the operation that was 10
end or save Chips life, the cowboys
had congrcgatcd II the shade of Ash
burns post-ofhcc- Posy was not with
them.
"Posy," little Chip vas saying. ~
she feebly strolled the rough head bent
above her, III If ! don't git out
again, give each or the boys one of
these"
Then she weakly drew from beneath
her pillow IS 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 80
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' IL her good
| bye was the last one, God forgive yeI
/ This ycre iron''-half drawing his re-
/ vOlver-"never misses fire, an'-Wal,
| you'll never go often the ranger
~ D,.,-
/ 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
4 over and the crisis past, the great ply
sician tOttered through the door and
fell fainting into Posy's arms.
'She is safer he gasped, as he
/ opened his eyes.
As if moved by n common impulse,
the cowboys mounted their cayuses
and galloped of across the prairie at
whirlwind speed. Two miles away
I they halted, and gave vent to their re-
| Ioicing in yells both long and loud.
a month later. when little Chip was
! able to hop about quite smartly on her
! orutchcs. DIR. Bristow asked of Posy.
OF whom he seemed to stand in dread
ful fear. if he might leave for his East
eru home on the following day
'But, Doc. thought you was keen
TO go out on the Cimarron?"
Nothing was further from DR. Bris-
tow's desire. He told himself that if
| he could but return home, it would
take a most powerful attraction in
/ deed 10 draw him away from IL.
Santa Fc and Old Man AshbUrn 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 ''re-
gardlcss.' in an uncomfortable suit
of new store-clothes, topped of by
collar that persisted in riding his red
neck most outrageously. A clerical
| looking parsonage who accompanied
| him WIS sslmted by the cowboys with
shouts of Preacher Bluen' 49, s7T
The cowboys were all in holiday
attire, and even Old Man Ashburn was
quite ''smartly" arrayed. Posy stared
in wonder at the group, but from the
way little Chip smiled and blushed, it
was evidently not at all a mystery TO
her. s---- Ssr - So -s, -
-e-"Posy," began Santa Fe, awkward
ly, Il want to say fer me an the boys
an Ole Man, yere, mat we low we
know how you an Chip feel towards
each other, an'-an'-" -, ssssssSs.s,s-, !,
> I'VE reckon you both show mighty