The Goodland republic. [volume] (Goodland, Kan.) 1891-1907, 1894-05-18

the counterpane and I wound if over the
Etape, and this was decided improvement
Meanwhile the poor mother had tainted of
nervous exhaustion, and the girl busted
herself administering Testoraiives. 1 was
Just beginning to wish myself back on
Park row, when Haryey's familiar voice
resounded through the house, and IN an
other minute ne and the doctor, covered
from head to foot with mud, were with me-
brought the doc along OF my coasters
explained Harvey. "His horse was too
slow for the case
The doctor promptly ordered the girl to
remove her mother, and then with our as
sistance set the broken bones, bound up
the leg and gave the patient light injee-
ton of morphine. BY this time the old
lady had recovered and was back again.
The doctor treasured her in few words
and cautioned against disturbing the
sleeper.
'sLet him sleep as long as he will" he
said, .and I'll have him about in fort
night
"a fortnightP' 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. Clemmle
can only look after the cows and chickens
and the garden, and Pm too frail to help
her. Oh! Dave, if we should lose you
turning to the bed-''it would be all over"
The alacrity with which Harvey and I
offered to remain on the scene and play
farmhands until Dave was well, was, 1
ing of the proposition and we staid.
Those three weeks-iU was three before
Dave could walk-were q beautiful Area
dian dream-a breath of a life we had
never known before. 1t was ali novelty,
all interest to MS, and Clemmie 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 this, 1 can't out Whitcomb WhiLeOmb
and out-Prouty-Prouty I 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 lit
tie perch and watched us oil up and make
| ready Dave was just able to be about and
help himself There was tears in the old
mothers eyes when she held our hands
and said:
'EGood-by, my sons, and God be with
you. You have helped him to save my
Dave, and he will bless you for it. Tve al
ways heard that actors and newspaper
men were very bad, indeed, but I'll 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, tears would have
come easier than words.
''That was an odd remark of Clemmie's
this morning." said Harvey at length,
''about Ioosing a ring and making us all
swear to return it when found"
81 thought so at the time,'' answered,
Just then he dived into his coat pocket,
and producing his cigarette case opened it
with an exclamation of surprise.
'Whats wrong ?''I queried, riding along
side, In reply he held out the case, and
there. on the cigarettes, lay Clemmie's lit
tie turquoise ring.
''Shall you keep your promise % 1 asked.
"Of course" said he, fastening the jewel
securely to his watch chain. "Of course l
will-but, say, you might postpone writing
that pastoral play for me until 1 return the
ring. There may be new suggestion for
you."-George Taggart, in Journalist.