Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1897-12-18
The OLD SILVER TRAIL.
DY tsARY {. sncMfY.
fcopyrieht fsss. BY J. D. Lippineo,i Cal
CHAPTER u.-CoNrrNurp.

Ahc Struue'I turneu quickly, Wrcncu
ing aside ono end of the shattered pole
"No; he is oil right" he reassuringly
declared, when q hasty examination
had revealed but O slight abrasion or
the adventur.d leg. but you, Miss
Meredith, are you really unframed? II
was such n nasty fall-on this gridiron
OF bridge"
"But ! did not fall; jumped" she
quickly retoi ted, with the sensitive
ness Of q skilled rider to such charge OF
clumsiness. She gasped little for
breath, turning about to place her back
to the storm 1s she added: ~ was look
ing for the trail which leads across by
the Mascot mine. Perhaps you Gun tell
me where II turns off,"
"0h, certainly. came that way my
self only few minutes ago. It's about
mile back"
"a mile back! missed II, them" she
disappointedly exclaimed, her teeth
closing suddenly on her under lip rs
she glanced down at her left wrist, her
cheeks turning rather white. II have
SO mucn 1artner 10 20.
"But you are hurt, Miss Meredith; /
am sure you arc" he solicitously re-
turned. "What can I do for you? Is
it your wrist?"
~ believe l did twist it lttle," she
murmured, obviously regarding the
long wrinkled glove which covered the
now intense aching. at is nothing, Of
course, but"
"You are fnint!" he cried, casting
loose the bridlerrein he had been hold
ing, and making rs though he thought
he should offer the support OF his arm.
"Can you walk TO this log beyond the
bridge?-Yes; that is right; sit there
while I get you some water" lie
dashed down to the waters edge, where
some campers had left litter with II
dripping full. ''If you could drink
from this" he urged, deprecatingly.
at is clean, in spite of the rust; and
I'm afraid it is the best can do"
at does beautifully, thanks" she
murmured, gratefully, as she took the
rude cup; adding, when she had drunk
Of 1t, II never tainted in my life; there
was not the slightest danger OF that;
but felt little quecred. The water |
has helped me-"
"But il has leaked all over yourdress,"
he cried, dsmayedly, as though charg-
ing himself with the damage.
''But the heavens have already leaked
so much, little more will hardly mat
ter" she returned. family smiling, rs
she stood up again. "And, by all the
signs, I am likely TO be wetter. Unjust
be making for shelter as fast as can"
"Dut will you not let me see the
wrist?" he anxiously interposcd. "You
are sure that it is not broken?"
"oh, it couldn't be" she protested, al
though she looked frightened at the
suggestion.
We'll hope not, surely; but won't
you take Off the glove, plcasc?"
She obediently drew off the sodden
kid. holding out the injured member
for his inspection. lie took the small
hand by its ilnger-tips, swaying It to
and fro with sort of reverent hesi-
fancy, anxiously CHANGING ut her face
10 see IL he were giving pain. "No; H. ,
is only sprain, and not very bad
'ne, hope" he decided, in tone Of re.
lief. But Of course it is paining you. /
You must let me bind II up with water. /
Il will be better than nothing" And !
ne hurried away to dip his handker- /;
,hief in the stream, folding il to q
rs he came back. =
But am sure that is not necessary" I
Dorothy protected, drawing back. r
mot strictly Necessary, perhaps; but
t may somewhat relieve the pain. You "
you'd better ha:e II" he returned, in /,
eremptory tone; and, as though COM r
that argument would be y
nsted, she metkly submitted to the n
reatment. "
Even with tho pain of the injured
'rist, with all TIE roaring of the storm. N