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

native courtesy and perhaps shrewd
guess that his own wheels would be
the safer by allowing the stranger
generous share of the road. he pulled
his vehicle well out of the way as she
sped by him. She caught q look of GU
ricsity on his face as she turned in her
seat to watch her swift progress.
There was just the tinge of excite
nlent in the ride to make her forget
for a time the sorry cause of it The
GOODNESS of approaching evening was
upon the land, although the sun was
still well above the horizon. and what
little breeze was stirring blew in her
face. On she went, now across a plain.
now surmounting a gentle ACTIVITY,
now winding along valley among the
low hills, but always with the same
smooth motion, as steady as it was
fleet. An old weather-stained farm
house Sprang into view ON her right.
She remembered that it was counted as
marking the halfway point of the
road. a glance at her watch showed
that, even with her slow start, she had
covered little more than five miles
in "a minutes. With Is or 16 miles yet
tc be traversed this might be doing too
much; and on the next rising grade
she set herself to the task of slacISen-
ing the speed. There was somewhat
of a struggle between horse and driver,
but at last she won. More than once
was the test repeated before Bassett-
vile was reached, but when she turned
into the main street of the town her
watch told her that less than so min
utes had suficed to cover the last half
Of the trip.
A pretty little woman was sitting on
DIR. Fowler's doorstep as the fair mes
senger drove up. She came briskly
to the gate, and. leaning upon it, lis
tened intently to the girls brief &C
count of the accident, and the urgent
need of a surgeons services.
But the doctors away" the little
woman said. HE has gone to Trent,
and 1 don't expect him back before
midnight = I'm Mrs. Fowler, you
know
''But can't we catch him by tele-
graph ?'' Dorothy asked anXiously. "Is
there no way? The.case is so desperate.
Isn't there anything we can do?''
Mrs. Fowler shook her head. no"
she answered, regretfully, for she was
proud of her husbands surgical skill,
| telegram, and there's no train till the
| late one. Who is in charge of the case
now?'
'sDr. Morris-that is DIR. Banks. I
suppose he is in charge, with DIR. Nor
ris assisting him.
'Umph! DR.. Banks-I know him.
The other DON'T
The lady's tone expressed very little
| II IN he ioo1 fo1a Of
Rodneytown.
''Dr. Banks has sprained wrist, and
DIR. Morris is a-a-specialist in al
nervous diseases, Dorothy fastened to
explain. ''They united in sending for
| DR.. Fowler"
'Oh, understand said DR.. Fowler's
| wife, amicably. cit is dreadfully I'M
| fortunate that he is away
Mrs. Fowler, please advise me-" said
Dorothy, earnestly. 'The doctors
argue that an immediate operation Of
fers the only hope of saving the mans
life. I am sent here for surgeon. ]
find him gone. What should / do?'
There's nobody else here I'd trust
| with a cats life. DR.. Morse-I mean
Morris-must operate, or you will have
to wait for my husbands return. He
| SciA SCt- W 1lOO1lSy tOMA OS1OIS
two or three o'clock in the morning
A 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 WON
an, 81 don't believe old DR.. Banks has
any thing of the sort. Well not risk
it, anyway"
She ran into the house, returning in
n moment with case under her arm.
Here's q set of instruments" said
she. Take it; my husband has an
other. Get back to Rodneytown as
quick as you can. If they decide to
wait for DIR. 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 a dozen yards down the
street, leaving Mrs. Fowler to ponder
over the 9bruptness of her departure.
ITO BE CONTINUED
Sir John Moore's Retreat.