Grant County herald. [volume] (Lancaster, Wis.) 1850-1968, 1896-08-06
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Copyright. 1895. by }. 3 Lisp.nlsa Company

"Oh, understand" laid Dr. Fowler's
wife, amicably. 1T is dreadfuIly I'M
fortunate that he is away"
Mrs. Fowler. please advise me-" said
Dorothy, earnestly. 1.-THE doctors
argue that an immediate operation of
fers the only hope of saving the mans
life. ] am sent here for a surgeon.
find him gone. What should / do?",
There's nobody else here I'd trust
with a eats life. DIR. Morse-I mean
Morris-must operate, or you will have
to wait for my husbands return. He
can hardly get to Rodneytown before
two or three o'clock in the morning."
4 new doubt assailed the girl. How
about instruments? Banks and /
should have them, she supposed, but
there was the chance that we were
unprepared with suitable appliances.
AS briefly as possible she told Mrs.
! Fowler what was in her mind.
''Sure enough" cried the little wom-
an, Il don't believe old DR. Banks has
anything of the sort. Wen not risk
ID, anyway"
She ran into the house, returning in
moment with case under her arm.
Here's set of Instruments said
She Take IL; my husband has an
other. Get back TO Rodneytown as
! quick as you can. If they decide to
wait for DR. Fowler they can send word
over this evening. Oh, don't bother
| about thanking me; if you ever marry a
doctor, you'll be sure
/ But Dorothy did not wait for the
rest of her sentence. A twitch of her
hand had set the bay in motion, and
she was half dozen yards down the
street, leaving Mrs. Fowler to ponder
over the abruptness of her departure.
/ Once the town was left behind, the
girl lost no time in calling upon her
nag's powers, and away he went as
readily as if he were fresh from his
stable. Mile after mile slipped behind
them. Soon the halfway house joined
the procession to the rear. 1t was
growing dusk now, and the air was
chilly. Her wrists were beginning
to ache under the pull of the lines, and
the thought came to her that perhaps
she stood in greater need than her horse
of a breathing spell. She tried to pull
him in the next rise, but instead of
Stacking his pace he increased il. In
vain she tugged and sawed at the bit;
the bay was out of her control, and
knew it as we'll as she did. He was trot-
ting as she had never seen him trot be-
fore, with the blood of dozen genera
tons of picked roadsters coursing hot
III his veins. just ahead she made
out the dark mass of wood through
NH ioh ha An itagf
later she was flying along under the
tunnel-like arch where the boughs of
the trees met above the travelled way.
In the gloom OF this passage she could
make out little of the road, though
she leaned from the buggy in the effort
TO see what might be her course. Then
the wood was left behind, and about
her was the twilight of the open coun-
try, seeming almost bright by COM
parison with the tangle of shadows
through which she hao sped The bay,
untiring. but with feels of foam show
ing here and there on his coat, was
trotting with the smooth precision of
a machine. 1t was glorious to watch
him. to hear the sharp beat of his
hOofs. Powerless as she was. the ex-
hilaration of the race took possession
of her: she caught herself encourag-
ing the animal with her voice; she
forgot the pain in her wrists, the very
real danger in wlRch she was placed.
She thrilled with delight as she flashed
by wagon whose occupant had pru-
IDENTIFY driven into the ditch to afford
her il clear right of way. He called
out a warming 10 her, but. though she
heard his voice. the words were indis-
tinguishabie.
1t last she was at the summit of the
ridge looking down upon the beach.
and her destination was close at hand.
Again she sawed and tugged at the
lines. Slowly her efforts told; gradual
~ the bays speed decreased. until. as
he neared the farmhouse. she had him
well in hand Mrs. Weston, one of her
hoys, Mrs. Clark and two or three chill
dren were awaiting her at the gate,
all eager to learn the result of her mis-
sion. DIR. Banks and l were close be-
hind them. and. as the horse came to
a stop, we pushed our way to the sile
Of the buggy.
you've made Wonderful time"
cried.
where's Fowlere Is he following
you?' asked Banks.
lie can't be here for six or eight
hours" she said, quietly. but here
is case of instruments"
Banks and l looked at each other,
appalled, by the news.
DIR. Fowler is in Trent" the girl
went on. He is expected home at mid
night. 1t h arranged that if you need
him then. a message shall be sent Is
him."
With his sound hand Banks lifted
the case from the buggy.
This is serious, very" he said in my
ear. 1--WE can't wait for him; it's out
of the question. Join me in your Office
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