The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1889-01-10

So Hetty wrote . few words Ia q
|:prim, meat hand, asking ''Cousin
Rube" to leave his studies and come
home, for his father had fallen from
the hay-mow and hurt his arm so
severely that he would never be able
to use it again.
The letter was great surprise to
Rube. He was both pleased and dis
appointed. He wanted to go home and
see them all and become better &C.
quainted with his pretty cousin. who
was new member in the HOUSEHOLD;
but to 60 in this way and relinquish his
fond hopes of becoming a graduate at
the next term of the medical college,
that was very hard to do? He was very
sorry for his father, who had never
been sick in his life; but he hoped it
was not as bad as Hetty beloved.
He ran out from the city on the first
train, but said nothing to his mate about
leaving college. When he reached the
farm Hetty was at the door-accident-
ally, of course-and was shyly glad to
| see him.
"How is father?" he asked, after the
first greeting.
''Dreadfully low-spirited," Hetty an
swered. land oh, Rube-I mean
cousin-he will never do another days
work in his life, and you know he just
loves the farm
''That's a funny thing to love-" said
Rube, with a saucy look. and then he
went in, kissed his mother. and would
have shaken hands with his father, but
Jeptha just shrieked aloud.
! Don't tech me! It will kill me!
I'm all broken up an crippled, an
amt goin' ever to be any thing but a
ruin. There's the doctors. certiicut;
read THE knows"
Certificate" said Rube, "what
about? What did he give you GER
tificate for? / don't see what he
meant. Are you sure you understood
him?'
'Read it," commanded his father,
with a woe-begone look, "bein' as
your most doctor yourself, you'll see
it's Greet"
Eyes, Rube, you'd better read it.
Poor teyther, it's too bad" And Mrs.
Lynn wiped away a tear.
Rube's face was also very grave. His
father, bundled in shawls and COM
forters, did not much resemble the
| hearty, stalwart man he had left when
he went away t. college. He opened
the paper with perplexed look and
read it aloud. As he proceeded, his
face frightened. When he had finished
he broke into merry laugh. This
was what he read:
''You have suffered compound comminuted
| fracture OF the elbow. The olecranon process
having been separated from the ulna is dis
placed by the contraction OF the triceps, and it
| Is doubtful II recovery is not attended by an
| chylosis.''
When Rube could speak without
laughing, he said:
''That is nothing, father, but an at
tack of DOCTORS Latin. You have SIM
| ply a fractured elboy-anchylosis
means only stiffening CT the joint.
Why, you could go out to the barn and
fodder the cattle now, if You wanted to
1T would be better than sitting around
rolled up like mummy. I'll have
you all right in week-I *:an stay that
long'-and he glanced at Hetty, who
looked at the ceiling.
''Sakes alive!" exclaimed his father
admiringly, ats fine thing to know
Latin! I was that mixe<l up with
them big words that I wuz Us scared ez
your mother wuz. I'm right glad
sent for you, Rube.''
$50 am I, father. announced Rube,
like a dutiful son, and if he looked at
Hetty, who can blame him? We were
all young once. When Rube returned
to college his father had comn out OF
the slough of despond and WAS almost
we'll again. He took back with him
that remarkable pompous piece Of med
ical literature, the ''cirtifcut,' and
something else-the loving heart of his
Cousin Hetty. But he left his Gwn as
pledge that he would soon ret.srn.-
Mrs. N. l.. Ray,,e. IN Detroit Free Press.