The Mt. Sterling advocate. (Mt. Sterling, Ky.) 1890-current, 1896-01-28

the same at all without ye Make
'aste an get we'll an como back t
the kids an me an let's get out Of
this ere town.
"Bill, / shan't be-
"Shan't be what lass?"
Ho looked rather anxiously down
at her.
81 shan't be- The weak voice
paused as if to think of q word.
Then she seemed to choke, and after
that painful silence ensued.
Finally she said:
ell shan't be long"
Bill gave sigh of relief and con-
tinued:
"I'm 'avin new tires put on the
fore wheels, an we've got new
pair o. steers in place o. Billabong
an Blossom, that we're too old for
the work. We've got full loadin
out to the Diammantia an back, an
when the trips done there'll per-
haps be matter o. ego to put in the
stocking for tpe kids. Get we'll, my
lass, an come back to your place on
the load. The bush wind, an the
blue sky, an the sight o. them wild
f1owers'll soon set yer right. Yer
amt feelin any worse, are yer?"
mo, old man. The doctor says
I'll be out this side o. Sunday"
That's the talk! We're camped
down yonder on the creek, an the
day ye're out I'll come up an fetch
yer meself. The team'll be all
fresh, an the loadin'll be aboard, an
the very next mornin We'll have the
Jokes on an be where a mans got
room to breathe"
"Why, Bill, 1 never card yer talk
so before It's like what the parson
who comes here every Monday calls
poetry. "
There was an ocean of pathos in
the mans reply:
eyer see, old girl, I must talk a
Indifferent, for yer amt been i'll
like this afore. -
Another long silence fell upon the
pair. Then he rose to say goodby,
and his wife's face grew, if possible,
paler than before.
BILL" she began falteringly,
eve been a-tryin all the time yer've
been here to tell yer somethin, but
1 dunno how to begin. It's this
way
"Out wi it, my less. What's
wrong? Amt they been a-treatin
yer well in 'orsepital?"
''It's not that, Bill, she answer
ed. But there-I can't tell we.
Flesh an blood couldn't, let alone
yer wife. Ye must just ask the
doctor when yer get outside if 'e's
got anything to say agin me walkin
with the team. Will yer?"
eff yer say SO, in course. But,
Daphne, there amt nothin agin it,
is there?"
you ak i'm. Ell tell yer, Bill.
But 'eTs's the matron comm. /
guess yer'd better be goin. Tell
them Riddles their mother ain t for.
got 'em,"
Raising herself with an effort, sho
pulled the big mans tangled head
down to her and kissed him on the
forehead with a gentleness that
would have been groteSque if the
sentiment that prompted it had not
been so grewsomely pathetic. Then
as the matron approached the bed
he went down the corridor to find
the house surgeon.
The latter, may tell you, was a
rough man, imbittered by hard
work and insufficient returns, the
position of house surgeon III a bush
hospital being but little sought aft
ey by the shining lights of the pro-
fession.
When Daphne's husband entered,
he was engaged in writing to the
board, demanding for the sixth time
an incr ease in his meager salary.
He looked up and seeing the man
before him said roughly:
"Well, what do you want?"
The carrier shuffled from one foot
to the other with evident uneasi-
ness.
"Beg yer pardon, sir, an sorry for
interruptin, but the missus axed
me to AK you if it were likely yer'd
have any objection to 'er walkin
alongside the team when she comes
out?"
Whose missis? Oh, understand
the woman in the ward there.
Walk beside the team? Good heav-
ems, man, what are you talking
about! Are you mad? How on
earth can she walk beside the team?"
II mean in course, sir, when She s
well enough to come out. "
well enough to come out? Why,
man alive, she's as well now as ever
she will be. 1t was a compound