Wood River times. [volume] (Hailey, Idaho) 1882-1915, 1893-12-06

lady to come to the kitchen door, dom
say anything but that. mind, and dom
google in that idiotio manner. Poo
; Carr, am so sorry! Don't try to NOV.
till Sandy comes back. Halo, Auntie
; here's Carr with sprained ankle
Chats for Lizzie's benefit y tell Lizzie
to give Sandy the mattress from his
bed. and .one of the factory sheets, and
pillow. don't want her; Sandy and
can fix him all comfey, and she can
come out afterward. Well Just make
him q bed here until Bertram comes
home"
Then Maude turn to Carr, with a very
professional air, az she turned back the
ruff1es from her wrists. II am going to
set your leg." she said, "and I'm think
ing what I can get for splints. hope
Lizzie will send good, new sheet fol
bandages. Now, Sandy, boy, put your
mattress here, and you must take Mr..
Carr by the shoulders and help him on
to it, while hold his poor leg so il
won't hurt more than can be helped.
Good thing we are strong, Sandyw
She worked in silence with steady
and capable hand and when the limb
was rigidly bound she gave q sigh OF
relief.
Its q funny job. but it'll do" she
said; funny looking splints, aren't
they?"
You're brick" said Carr, heartily.
''Shake hands with fellcw!"
She laughed and gave him her hand,
| ot~ - u
gently kissed it. GLOW can we get the
Doctor tonight" she mused, ct won't
do to leave it like that" Carr pro-
tested, you've done it up finely" hut
Maudc shook her head; she was calcula-
ting: ''Fifty miles there, five hours,
fifty miles back" she thought, then
suddenly she said "Look here, Carr,
will you promise me something's"
"Anyihing," cried Carr, with radi-
ant smile.
"Well, don't want Lizzie to know
about your break; will you stay quietly
here, with Sandy, for the night? I'll
tell Auntie and we'll send out your tea
and pipe, and when Bertram comes home
Tomorrow, we'll carry you indoors
Will you just lie here and be good, and
let Sandy take care Of you9"
So, with smile and a hand clasp, she
left him lying on the mattress in the
sweet smelling hay barn, and was
closeted for five minutes with Auntie.
The result of this confab was that
Auntie told two deliberate fibs. one to
Lizzie, and one to Carr, and Lizzie
laughed happily and said, "Auntie, let
her stay with him; SITS all coming
round right" while Carr smiled be-
nignly and remarked: "It's all right,
Auntic, go on in. Tell DR.. Maude to
have 9 good nip of whiskey before she
goes to bed, and let her have good rest
She'll dream of broken legs if she
doesn't"
And poor Auntie, with two fibs and a
world of care on her mind, tucked Liz
zie into her bed, and sat up and watched
the front gate until morning.
Down the hard black road skinned
the light wheel, doing good ten miles
an hour in the gathering shades of even
ing. Maude's eyes cleaned like stars
with resolution and daring, her feet flew
nimbly, and her baby mouth was firmly
set. Once she laughed. little half-hys-
terical laugh, and her thoughts, though
rather chaotic, revolved round one cen
trail idea.
The doctor lived in the small inn at
the railway station. The doctor had
proper splints and bandages. The doctor
must be had without fail. The doctor,
the doctor!-and so her thoughts cir
cled with her flying pedals, as the trusty
| wheel skinned along the road, and the
long twilight of the North crept softly
softly over the wide prairies
Seven o'clock, eight o'clock. She
took bar of chocolate from her coat
pocket aud nibbled as she rode. The
late birds whirled past her, the tuneful
meadow lark of the West fluted a song
of good night, many little chirrupings
and faint rustlings sounded on either
side of the road, which stretched like a
dark ribbon across the plain to the half
way house. She reached the turn to
the door of that rude hostelry, and sped
past it, looking only straight ahead to
the fading crimson of the West Here
rose faint thread of smoke from
small dell where were camping party
of Indians, whose mongrel dogs ran zap
ping after her flying wheel.
An owl brushed past her, and sailed
heavily away to clump of scrub; nine
o'clock, and she flashed past slough"
as the swampy ponds are called, and
faint quacking of the wild ducks fell
softly on her tired ear. How the shad-
ows grow! But the distance was no
longer terror, for she was as good as
at her goal. Ten o'clock, and she
wheeled breathlessly past 1.-The outlying
houses, and stepped YEARLY off on the
threshold of the little inn. where the
doctor lived. 1t was such parody on
hotel--just two square rooms and lean
to below, and three tiny bedrooms above,
with their sashless windows, covered
with mosquito netting, looking blank
and deserted. But Maude knew the
doctor was there, splints and bandapes