Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1894-04-26

wish myself back on Park row. when
Harvey's familiar voice resS unded
through the house. and in another
minute he and the doctor, covered from
head to foot with mud, were with me-
Brought the doc along on my coast
ers." explained Harvey His horse
was too slow for the CASE
The doctor promptly ordered the girl
to remove her mother. and then with
| our assistance set the broken bones,
bound up the leg and gave the patient
light Injection of morphine. By this
time the old lady had recovered and
was back again. The doctor treasured
her in a few words and cautioned
against disturbing the sleeper.
LET him sleep as long as he will, .
he said, land I'll have him about in a
fortnight"
"a fortnightr' exclaimed the mother
| why, what will become of the farm?
He was getting in the hay when the
horse SHE'D, and he went under the
rake and was hurt. We cannot do that
work. Clemmie can only look after
the cows and chickens and the garden,
and I'm too frail to help her Oh! Dave,
if we should lose you"-turning 70 the
bed-''it would be all over"
The a1acrity with which Harvey and
offered to remain on the scene and
play farmhands until Dave was well
was, thought. only equaled by Glenn
mics seconding of the proposition, and
we staid.
Those three weeks-it was three be-
fore Dave could walk-were q beauti-
full Arcadian dream-a breath of a life
we had never known before. 1t was
all novelty, all interest to us, and Glenn
ME was a most excellent instructress
in the gentle art of farming. Every
night when we had done milking the
cows, feeding and watering the stock
and all the hundred other things that
rustics have to do, Harvey would say:
There is no getting around it, you've
got to write pastoral play for me
when we get where there are pen and
ink. If, after thisG can't out-Whit-
comb Whitcomb and out-PEoutyP routy
l want to know" And it seemed like
dropping the curtain on the prettiest
sort of play when one sunny August
morning we rolled our wheels out and
pointed them for Pittsfield. The trio
of the old house stood upon the quaint
little perch and watched us oil up and
make ready. Dave was just able to be
about and help himself. There were
tears in the old moth ,r's eyes when she
held our hands and said:
''Good-by, my sons. and God be with
you. You have helped him to save my
Dave, and he will bless you for it.
I've always heard that actors and
newspaper men We're very bad, indeed,
but FL never believe it again. Good-
by" And then Dave, on Clemmie's
arm, hobbled down to the old vine
wound gate. and there we left them
standing in the shadow of the great
elms and waving a parting that we had
promised should not be for long.
Neither of US had much to say as we
glided along at the foot of the emerald
hills, and, for my part.o tears would
have come easier than words.
That was an odd remark of Glenn
mics this morning" said Harvey at
length, about losing ring and max
ing us all swear to return it when
found"
Il thought SO at the time," 1 an
swered.
Just then he dived into his coat pock-
ct, and producing his cigarette case
opened it with an exclamation of sur
prise.
whats wrong?" I queried, riding
alongside. In reply he held out the
case, and there, on the cigarettes, lay
Clemmies little turquoise ring.
Shall you keep your promise?' /
asked
''Of course" said he, fastening the
jewel securely to his watch chain. "Ot
course will-but, say, you might post
pone writing that pastoral play for me
until l return the ring There may be
a new suggestion for you George
raggart, in Journalist