Middlebury register. (Middlebury, Vt.) 1886-1937, 1893-12-29

suOrm was on IN the divide, and the cattle
was a-drifting.
"It's the fever; delirium accompanies
it," said the doctor as they entered the
shack.
Meron was lying on a rough couch of
quilts thrown over a few blankets and
hides, supported by n cot of boards. The
room was hideously hot, the roof being too
thin, and the furnace breath from the des-
CIT wandered through the half thatched
walls of Ocateas
The surgeon walked to the door and
looked YEARLY across the brown waste.
"Morrisy should be here tonight, " he NUT
tered.
He was thinking of ice. Meron's pulse
was an octave too high The fever was
rising. Already lac was tossine on the un.
charted tides of delirium-that mysteri-
Gus sea where the landmarks of life ap-
pear for a moment, and then sink and are
forgotten. He no lon. - heard the tinlSle
of the cattle bell in the pines up the can
yon; the storm day had passed ON the dry
divide where his partner hid been caught
in cloudburst and swept away. He was
back in the pleasant east now, unacquaint-
ell with the desert, and the time was early
summer. He spoke of woman in his
rawlings now, but of her can not say
4 hS StoIg DtlOIBS 10 ION ana I06 sur
geon, and they never told it.
But this do know, that after the deli.
rum the surgeon went oftener to Rancho
Bonito, and that Tom drank heavily of
ranch coffee and watched day and night at
the bedside of Meron, sleeping only dur
ing the surgeons visits.
Days passed on-superbeated, change.
less days, where your chronology collapsed
and faculties tainted
But they won the fever battle in the face
of the desert The doctor said iG was
nursing, while Tom thought it was the oc.
cult knowledge of a doctor who could wear
a captains uniform.
One evening, when Meron was GONZALES.
cent, he rode over with tom to the garri
son. They met the surgeon at the traders.
" Dactor, said Meron, "Tom tells me
you are ordered east
Yes; | start for Boston tomorrow, and
wish could take you with me, Meron; it
would do you good"
81 never 20 east" said Meron simply,
looking at the surgeon with that far.
steady gaze which sees nothing.
The surgeon caught the glance, and add
ed, Gou -willNhave Tom with you now, !
SUPPOSE"
81 want him to stay, but he is going
VII 'io IAN iOuuhup ~ IdniullO, ana
then Meron continued awkwardly, as if
uncertain how to say: "The beef cattle
were not sold when / was taken i'll, but
I've arranged with Williams for tire Indian
contractor to take them on the range.
want to square up with you and Tom, since
you are both going away"
"Oh, forgot to tell you that there was
no bill. I'm glad enough to have the
practice. The expression on Meron $ face
told him he had made a mistake, and he
added quickly: There were the ice and a
few little medicines from the government
You may pay me for those. if convenient"
naming "A trifing sum, which Meron hand
ed him
"AIost of your bill is due Tom anyway"
the surgeon said as he pocketed the money.
Ellis nursing pulled you through"
Tom would take nothing, which was
wrong, for he needed >money badly, and
by his refusal he hurt Meron's feelings
think Tom 5 action was half that obstinate
perversity-that irrational self sacrifice
found frequently among savages and chill
dren. But it might have been principle
his not accepting money for doing for
Meron what he would certainly have done
for even II greaser peon.
He ended by borrowing IS from Meron,
bouShI Dbitl O vi Idu whisky from the
trader, and after treating all round started
for Pantano. Then Meron babe the sur
geon goodby and rode home alone.
$50 you are just come from Arizona.
doctor?" asked Mrs. Drew at Beacon
street dinner give so wished to visit
that prehistoric land, ever since Mrs.
Heminway told me of her work there in
anthropology and showed me the results
OF her excavations among the cliff dwell
ers. / really believe / should go there
were it not for the dreadful outlaws who
make life so unsafe. I've often wondered
how the poor Indians manage to live in
such place. Why, only today | read
most shocking account of drunken COW
boy named Rata Tom, who tried to rob
and murder all the people in town called
Pantano and was himself finally shot
Don't you think the Indians themselves
need better protection from these out.
laws"
The doctor did, and Mrs. Drew took
second breath and chartered on.
The doctor did not hear her He was
gazing at the cut glass and the flowers, but
his mind was far away in that weary land
where lives are "streaky" like the wood
agate of the Mogallons with the black so
black and the white so white, and he won.
dered if it was civilization that made lives
gray.
He should have told Mrs. Drew Rata
Toms story, but he did not.-San Fran
cisco Argonaut.
Porcelain.