Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1896-11-26

II guess that's about 1T, said Mrs.
Weston, with sigh of relief. But it's
queer, I must say. Might as well count
it day wasted"
(Which is a SHIN New England"
I whispered to Miss Gray. '.Come,
now, can't you change your mind ?"
She smiled and shook her head.
Climbing into the buggy, drove off,
wishing her aunt's teas and social OBJ
seryances in Tophet, and trying to resign
myself to dull afternoon. The bay
appeared TO be unusually slothful. but
let him choose his own pace, and away
we dawdled toward our destination.
The sufferer proved to be convalescing
satisfactorily, but the doctors visit
was an event Of importance. and half
an hour passed before could get away
from the sick room. Then came a slow
progress back to the Weston residence.
AS I drove up TO it, Miss Gray emerged
from my office, caught sight of me, and
called to some one within. A moment
later DR.. Banks followed her, and hur-
ried out to the road.
''For Gods sake, Morris, come in as
quick as you can," he cried. There's
been terrible piece of business"
Treasured as to Dorothy Gray's safety
by the sight of her, and therefore ready
to deal courageously with the misfor-
tune of anybody else. I sprang to the
ground and followed Banks into the of
flee. There on a lounge lay Jones,
his face ashen pale, his eyes closed. and
great beads of sweat on his forehead;
his breathing was heavy and sterto-
rous, and broken by low means. His
right boot and the leg of his trousers
had been cut away, revealing the limb
crushed from the knee down into a
terrible wreck of bone and muscle,
with a jagged fragment of the tibia pro-
trudipg from the skin.
Banks eyes caught mine for an in
slant; both of US read the meaning of
the look we exchanged.
'No alternative" said he.
''The sooner the better" added.
The senior glanced at his disabled
| arm.
''This puts Inc out of il" said he,
except as I may manage to administer
the anaesthetic. Have you ever con-
Quoted such an operation?"
''Never. I saw plenty of the sort in
my student days. but since then-well,
I've never pretended to be a surgeon,
| you understand"
''Nor, to tell the truth, have I. In
| fact, I've always hated to see the knife
used. But there's no question here"
LET us send to BASKERVILLE FIR Fow-
Ter. I've heard he's clever operator"
HE is: the idea had already sug-
gested itself to me. But it will mean
four or five hours-perhaps more. And
whom shall we send? I'm too crippled
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here
"My horse is ready said I. "Now
for a messenger"
"Why not let me go?'' suggested Doro-
thy Gray. She had been standing behind
US so quietly that we had forgotten her
| presence. 81 know the road" she went
without trouble"
''The very person." cried Banks, be-
fore L could utter an objection. miss
Gray understands the circumstances
better than any of us. If we send a
boy he'll middle the story so that
Fowler won't be able to make head OF
tail of it,
| "But-" I began.
Nov, DR.. Morris, please don't OBJ
| ject," she broke in. ''There is not the
ghost of a reason why should not go
I realize what DIR. Fowler is to do, the
| operation he will have to perform. Tn
not bit afraid of the horse. Besides
as DR.. Banks says, there must be nc
delay; every moment is precious
| Please let me start at once"
81 don't like the idea,' protested
but rather feebly in the face of her en-
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