New Ulm review. (New Ulm, Brown County, Minn.) 1892-1961, 1894-02-14
was just beginning to wish myself back

was just beginning to wish myself back
on Park row when Harvey's familiar
voice resounded through. the house, and
. in another minute he and tine doctor.
covered 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.s 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 III have him about in fort
night. >
"a fortnight exclaimed the moth
er. 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 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, thought, only equaled by Glenn
mics seconding of the proposition, and
we staid. -. ~ ss t.l 49,.
Those three weeks-it was three be-
fore Dave could walk-were q beautiful
Arcadian dream-a breath Of q life we
had never known before. It was all
novelty, all interest to ne, and Clemmie
was 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 hun
dred other things that rustics have to
do, Harvey would say: .r.. r ..@..
''There is no getting around it, you We
got to write a pastoral play for me when
we get where there are pen and ink. If
after this can't out Whitcomb Whit
comb and out-Prouty Prouty l want to
know why" And it seemed like drop
ping the curtain on the prettiest sort of
play when one sunny August morning
we rolled our wheels out and pointed
them for Pittsfeld. The trio of the old
house stood upon the quaint little porch
and watched us oil up and make ready
Dave was just able to be about and help
himself. There were tears in the old
mothers eyes when she held our hands
and said:
'Goodby, 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 newspa-
per men were very bad indeed, but I'll
never believe it again. Goodby." And
then Dave, on Clemmie's arm, hobbled
down to the old vine wound gate, and
there we left them standing in the shad-
ow OF the great elms and waving part
ing 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 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,'' 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?'' queried, riding
alongside. In reply he held out the case,
and there on the cigarettes lay Glenn
mics little turquoise ring.
Shall you keep your promise?''
asked.
"Of course,' said he, fastening the
jewel securely on his watch chain. "Of
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
Taggart in Journalist.