Waterbury evening Democrat., 1890-04-05

Mr.. Cleveland, a. Oscar introduced .
silk one for the purpose, ''take mine; il
is white and linen. The first thing viii
be to get him home"
1.-THE first thing must be to get doc
tor" said Oscar.
.sOf course. But we can move him
home while advice is coming"
"My house is nearer than the
Grange" said Farmer Lee. Better
take him there"
mo; get me home," interposed Mr..
Dalrymple.
my house is not stones throw of,
and the best room shall be at your serv-
ice, sir. You know that
Eyes, Lee. But-this may be long
job. Iwould rather be taken home"
THE squire thinks that homes
home" cried the gamekeeper. "And
so it is; specially in illness"
1.-THE difficulty was. how to get him
there. But necessity. as we all know,
is the true mother of invention; and
by help of a mattress, procured from
Farmer Lees, with impromptu bear
ings to it, made of webbing" as Miss
Judith Lee called some particularly
strong tape she happened to have by
her, the gamekeeper, two laborers and
Mr. Lee started with their load. Csc ar
walked by Mr.. Dalrynple's side;
Charles, in a state of distraction, had
flown off to the town for medical as
sistance; and Mr.. Cleveland volun-
teered to go forward and prepare Mrs.
Dalrymple.
Mrs. Dalrymple was in one of the
old-fashioned sitting-rooms of the
Grange, with her daughters. Old
fashioned as regarded its construction,
and its carved oak panelling. dark as
mahogany; handsome and modern as
regarded its furniture and fittings-up.
Mrs. Dalrymple, an agreeable woman
of three or four-and-forty. had risen,
and was bending over the tambour.
work of their visitor, Miss Lynn, tell
ing her it was too dusk to do moro
then; Selma Dalrymple was trying q
piece of new music, talking and laugh
ing at the same time; and Alice Dali
rymple, lame and an invalid, was on
her reclining sofa. near the window.
"Here is Mr.. Cleveland by himself
exclaimed Alice, seeing HIM pass. II
wonder where the others are"
Mrs. Dalrymple raised her head. and
went, in her simple, hospitable FASH
ion, to open the hall door. Putting it
back for MIR. Cleveland's approach, she
rctreated just inside the oak parlor.
"What a long day you have had!'
| she exclaimed, as he came in after her.
II think you must be tired. Where
are the others?"
"They are behind" replied Mr..
Cleveland. He had been thinking, az
he came along, that he would make
light of the accident, at the first telling,
quite joke of it; SO as to prepare
them without alarm. "\Ve have bagged
such q quantity. Mrs. Dalrymple; and
! your husband has asked me to dinner;
and is going to accommodate me with
a coat, as well. Oh! but talking of
bagging, and dinner, and coats, hope
you have plenty of hot water in tho
house; baths, and all the rest of it.
Ono of us has hurt his leg, and we may
want no end of hot water to wash it."
THAT is Charles, know" said Se-
lima. HE is always getting into some
scrape. Look what he did at Lees
last week"
mo; it is not Charles, for once.
Guess again"
''ls it Oscar?"
'Cscar!'' interposcd Alice, from her
sofa. Oscar is too cautious to get
into hurt"
.Thcn who is itp'' cried Mrs. Dali
rymple, looking up. els it muchp"
90 hat should you say to its being
me?' said Mr.. Cleveland, sitting down
and stretching out one leg, as if it were
stiff, and he could not bend it.
20, dear!' uttered Mrs. Dalrymple,
running forward with footstool,
show did it happenP You ought not
to have walked home"
emo" said he, my leg is all right.
1t is Dalrymple; he has hurt his lit
tle.''
GLOW did he do ite Is it the kneeP
Did he fall?' was reiterated around.
ut is nothing" interrupted Mr.,
Cleveland. "But we would not let him
walk home. And l came on to tell
you, lest you should be alarmed at see
ing him brought.
.Brought!" said Mrs. Dalrymple.
"How do you mean? Who is bringing
himp"
"Hardy and Farmer Lee 1 suppose.
left to himself, he would have been
for running all the way here, and leap
ing the bitches over tho shortest cut, so
we just made him lie down on mat
tress, and they are carrying it. Miss
Judith supplied u.s.
HAS he sprained his Lego"
"No," carelessly returned Mr.. Clcve-
land. He has managed to get little
"Shot!" interrupted Mrs. Dalrym-
pie, in frightened tone. "Shot"'
sit is nothing, assure you, said Mr..
Cleveland. "a very slight wound. He
will be out with us in week again. u
20, Mr.. Cleveland!" she family ut
tered, "you have quite upset me. Is
1t seriousP''
"Serious! Don't you see how merry
I am? The most serious part is the
trowsers. Oscar. in his alarm, like
you, as to seriousness. decapitated Their
leg at the knee. They will never be
ft to wear again." added Mr. Cleve.
land. with grave face.
1--WE will turn them over to Charles
stock" said Selma. II am sure, what
with one random action or another
half hia clothes ara in rihhonan