Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1894-07-05

storatives J was Just beginning to
wish myself back on Park row, whom
Harvey's familiar voice resounded
through the house. and in another
minute he and the doctor, covered from
head to foot with mud, were with mo
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 SGT 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 q long ~ he WILL"
he said, "and ri have him about in .
fortnight"
IA fortnight" exclaimed the mother.
why, what will become Of the farm?
He was getting In tho hay when the
horse SHE'D, and he went under the
rake and was hurt Wccannot 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,
II we should lose you"-turning to the
bed-'it would BIO all over"
The alacrity with which Harvey and
! offered TO remain on the scene and
play farmhands until Dave was we'll
was, thought only equaled by Glen.
mics seconding Of the proposition, and
we staid.
Those three weeks-it was three be.
fore Dave could walk-were beautl.
full Arcadian dream-a breath Of a life
we had never known before. 1t was
all novelty, all interest to us, and Glen.
mic was most excellent instructress
In the gentle art Of farming. Every
night when we had done milk Ing the
cows, feeding and watering the stock
and oil the hundred other things that
rhstics have to do, Harvey would say
There is nogetting around it, you've
got to write . pastoral play for me
when we got where there are pen and
Ink, II, after this, can't out.Whit.
comb Whitcomb and out routy.Prouty
! want to know" And 1t 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 Pitts field. 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 DO
about and help himself, There were
tears in the old mott IRIS 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 II.
I've always heard that &c tors and
newspaper men were very bad, indeed,
but I'll never believe 1t 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 parting hat we had
promised should not be for long,
Neither Of us had much to soy as we
glided along at the foot Of the EN- crald
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 II when
found"
VI thought 80 OF the time" I an.
swered.
Just then he Owed into his coat pock-
OF, and producing his cigarette case
opened II with an exclamation OF sur.
prise.
Whats wrong9" querled, riding
alongside. In reply he held out the
case, and there, on the cigarettes, 10y
Clemmie's little turquoise ring.
"Shall you keep your promisep" l
asked.
"0f 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 ! return tho ring. There may DO
new suggestion for you."-George
Taggart, In Journalist