The Yale expositor. (Yale, St. Clair County, Mich.) 1894-current, 1895-04-19

liveliest to break the quiet of the sui
try summer day. On the wooden
bridge that spanned the creek several
small boys were fishing, and at rare
intervals their cries of triumph as
they dragged some tiny minnow from
its home rose above the low hoarse
roar of the mill. A buggy or buck
board would rattle down the stretch
OF road that crossed the flats; there
was loud, sharp clatter as the IRON
shod hoofs pounded on the bridge
planking; from windows protruded
the heads of few women, looking to
see who wa "going through, and then
the mill and the kildeer and the boys
were left in full possession once more.
On the store porch, lounging on the
long oak bench where generations of
villagers had whiled the years away,
was young Doctor Snyder. His back
rested lightly against the window
frame: his eyes were fastened on the
distant mountains. Within, the Store
keeper was stretched easily along the
counter, his head pillowed in pile of
calicoes, mapping. His was an uneasy
sleep, for the flies buZzed about him
and the restless dog beneath the stove
pounded it's tail contentedly on the
floor. He awoke and fiecked the busy
pests off his nose with his broad hand.
Cant you quit disturbin' me with
that ccntin'al Vaughn of yer tall" he
yelled at the mongrel.
Then he turned his face to the wall
Il l., 60 I,,k
he could not sleep. He raised himself
YEARLY and cried: ''Hey, Docl You
uns there yet?"
'Yep," came the scarcely audible
reply. He settled down once more
and closed his eyes.
A moment later and there came
again the sound of Gathering hoofs on
the bridge, and the rattle OF wheels.
The young man on the bench turned
his head YEARLY TO catch the first
glimpse of the vehicle when 1t rounded
the mill. a horses head came in
sight.
''Abe Scissors bay mare" he called
to the man within.
The Storekeeper rolled off tbs count
er and shufiled to the door, just in
time to see the beast come to halt at
the porch, while it's owner threw the
reins around the whip, leaned back in
the seat of the shambly buggy, and
cried: "Well, Doe, if you amt nice
un. Didn't you git my postal?"
eyes" replied the young man,
nonchalantly, leaning forward and
resting an elbow on one knee and his
face in his hand.
"The girls near dyin', so she is,
an they've ben waitin' fer you three
days. You must "a got tibet postal on
Monday an here tits Wednesday. 1
came down ter wake yer up"
There was a ring of Indignation In
the Doctors voice as he raised his
body erect and cried: "See here,
Abe Scissors, l know my business.
They amt nothin' wrong with tibet
girl but neuralgy of the jaw.
GET amt no difference what you
kawledge fellys calls ct, she's KEEP the
family awake three nights now with
her bellerin'. When you didn't come
Tuesday / went up fer Doc Kuchen-
hugel an foun' he'd gone off to re-
union at Gettysburg. There bein' no
other DENTS nearer AN twenty mile,
the Jimsons called in reg'lar physi-
clan an he broke the tooth off tryin'
ter pull ct. She's ben ravin' sence
then, an ter-day her mother asst me
ter come down an git you at oncet.
There was a silence. The young
nan was in deep thought.
''Nawthin' but neuralgy of the
Jaw" he said sagely. 81 know'd tibet
the minute got your postal. So the
other felly's broke the tooth of, hes
he? Well, thet's what you git fer
calm. in green hands. Neuralgy-
thet's ALL" He drew from his pocket
small, soiled note book and as he
turned its pages thoughtfully, he con-
timed. "rhis is Wednesday--Thurs-
day-Friday : Saturday; I'll come
Saturday, tell Jimson. I'm goin' up
tibet way to perform an OPERATION on
old Mrs. Muthersbaugh who's ben
cumming"
swell, my sightsl" yelled the man
in the buggy, vigorously pounding the
seat with his fist. whats Mary