San Antonio daily light. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1886-1907, 1889-07-27

the big syrinSa bush, ana tnen walked INTO
the house with as much composure as we
could summon. Uncle Mel was sitting in his
great chair, drumming with his fingers on
the table. That was a signal We knew wen;
it meant Danger"
What do you mean by comm here on that
thingf' he inquired.
I've were riding near here, and $3.50 we
thought we'd call" said Daphne, family.
1--WE heard all about it," went on Uncle
Mel Deacon Tolman says you're the talk
of the town, ridin' round on thatsew tangled
steam engine. If you blow up with it it's all
youideServe."
ut doesn't go by steam, uncle, n ventured.
Don't tell me what it goes byl l don't
want to know anything about it. The least
expect is you'll break your mothers heart
and GO to ruin, circus ridin' round the coun-
try"
Just then dear, comforting Mrs. Simmons
reappeared. There's some bread nd milk
Oh the kitchen table," she said, her nildest
tone, and strove to draw us out of the room
without attracting his attention That was
impossible.
You're welcome to the bread and milk, he
said, "but you amt welcome to make my
house a rendyvoo for such COINS on. Now
you hear to me, once for all: don't you bring
that thing within a mile of me again while
you have it."
mo, sir" said meeiily, and we FASTENED
out after Mrs. Simmons.
Even she had a word of diSapproval
Seems if you might ha' known how he'd
take it," she remarked, as we began to drown
care in the flowing bowl of milk
Don't you get lonesome here" l inquired
It had become desirable to change the sub
ject of conversation.
Lonesome! guess | dc. Your uncle
seems possessed to get away from folks.
Now we amt got no neighbors, except them
shif'lesS BurrageS, a mile away, an they amt
no use to us. We're both on us too old to
walk mile, if twas to see the president"
why don't uncle keep a horses" said
Daphne.
faint likely he could do that 'thout a
hired man TO harness up" said Mrs. Sim
mons. Even the cows too much for him
sometimes 1t beats me 10 think what he'd do
if one or both on us should be sick at night,
with no hess, an no man, and the doctor eight
mile away"
AT that moment we started and looked at
one another. Apparently we had all heard
the same thing, faint Halo! hallo!~ Again
it was repeated, and then Mrs. Simmons
started to her feet.
"You mark my words, your uncle's clim'
the mowfor eggs and fell" she cried, as she
hurried to the door. Run, girls, run to the
barnl You're spryer'n be-"
We gathered up our long skirts and ran.
As we neared the barn the cries grew more
distinct, and when we entered the great door,
there lay Uncle Mel on his back, trying in
vain to raise himself from the pile of rubbish
on which he had fallen.
Are you all deaf'" he asked, as we hurried
UP to him. I've hollered myself hoarse.
Now don't go to actin like hen with her
headcut off, a." he added, as Mrs. Simmons APP
peared on the scene. I've broke every bone
in my body, and if you women go to draggin
me round, you'll break the rest Girls, you
jest run down to BurrageS an tell Eph an
Sam to come an lift me up. Tell 'em 30 send
somebody else for the doctor. I've got to lay
here"
Come, Madge!" said Daphne, taking me
by the arm. Il know where the Burrages
live. Hurry" She ran into the house for
eur hats and gloves, and by the time l
reached her was wheeling Peggy out from
the syringa bush. Jump on!" she cried
"Never mind your gloves Put your best
foot foremost"
We rolled out of the yard and down the
dusty road.
We found that Mrs. Simmons mile was a
hong one, but not many minutes had passed
when, dry Tipped and painting, we rode into
the Burrages' yard where man was pump
ing water.
Uncle Melcher has fallen in the barn and
hurt himself" began Daphne. will you
and your brother go and help him up' And
will you please give US some waterT'
He slowly filled the rusty dipper and passed
it to us.
"ShoI" said he jest what | expected
What's the old coon want to go ciimbin'
round for, anyway
"Will you go nowr insisted Daphne He
may be dying"
"Oh, yes, III call Eph, and We'll fetch UP
there in the course o fifteen minutes. But
what under the canopy do you call that thing
you're ridin' onI"
Its tricycle." said l. Have you a horse
to go for the doctorT
mo, amt, butt
The pedals began to turn, and so did Peggy.
knew what Daphne had decided, and l was
ready to do my part. Out of the yard we
went, and on until we reached trim little
cottage near the road.
Has your father horSe?" called Daphne
to bareheaded and barefooted boy who sat
ON the fence, gazing at us in what we hoped
was admiring awe
"Yup."
SIS he at home-the horse, meant"
mo, he amt"
On we went without another word. At the
newt house thprn was n hOrSa feeding i'm a