Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1897-10-08
ONE OF THE BOYS.
by Edward Everett Hale.
copyright, 1897, by the Author.1
CHAPTER I.

lCOpyllBuli 1891, Dy the
CHAPTER I.
The school recess was hardly finished
and the boys were yet painting from
their last runs when a knock sum-
moned the teacher to the door. In mo-
ment he called Will Mallory to him as
he stood there
Mallory, your father has been hurt
at the mill. You are to go home at
once, but you are to stop for the doctor
as you go. This man is from the mill. "
AS Will Mallory followed the man
down the stairs, fairly leaping as he
went, and as they ran down Linden
street together the man explained that
in stepping backward at the sawmill
Mr.. Mallory had tripped. He had
thrown out his hand Involuntary to
catch his balance and had cut his arm
badly on one of the circular saws, lone
of them little ones that trims the laths
at the ends, you know"
But Will was not very curious as to
which saw had been guilty Once at
the end Of Linden street, he ran through
his uncle's garden. He swung himself
by his arms to the top of ten foot
board fence which bounded that garden
and then dropped on the other side.
Then he crossed the Amos pasture at a
4:20 pace, took the picket behind Dr.
Morton's garden with flying leap
and so came to the doctors Office door.
Celina, the black woman, saw him as
he passed the kitchen window, and the
door opened almost as soon as he could
have wished.
doctor IMP"
ono; he is jest gcne-gone to Elder
Perkins and then to the crossroads
You is jest too late"
But before these words were well
spoken the boy was gone. From the doc
tors gate he took up on the sidewalk
the steady pace which had been well
trained in hare and hounds AT the first
corner he saw the chaise not 200 yards
before him. Then with squirt, to
which the doctors calico horse was by
no means equal, he overhauled the team
in a very few seconds and still had
wind enough to tell his story when he
had stopped the doctor. The doctor babe
him spring into the carriage, which he
did with certain doubt, being quite
certain that he should make the time
better alone. But, to do the old calico
justice, he also rose to the emergency,
and in a very few minutes they were at
the door of Will Mallory's house. His
mother was standing there, pale, but
able to speak cheerfully to him. In a
moment more, with his hand roughly
bound but bleeding SO that his clothes
were covered with blood, Mr.. Mallory
appeared in the carriage which had
been found for him at the mill. He was
holding his arm up and resting it upon
the perpendicular stay of the wagon top,
but Will could see that with every
stroke of the heart fresh squirt of blood
was forced out from the rough bandage.
Everybody was in time. If the thing
must happen, said DR.. Horton to his
wife at dinner, sit happened as well as
it could. That sensible Jane Mallory
had her head on her shoulders. In five
minutes notice she had her basins and
her bandages and her water and ice all
ready. Jove, did not ask for thing
that was not there. Will, he was as
cool as if he had been in the army and
had seen a thousand men bleeding to
death. He held his fathers arm while
l was stitching and twining, never said
a word, and yet he saw the whole, and
he could do that thing tomorrow as
we'll as can. Mallory was quiet, made
no fuss. Well, you know Mallory would
not He's got to be laid up for a month
before he can do much with that hand.