Arizona republican., 1898-07-06
BY W1nn1HM T. NICHOLS.

still well above the horizon, and what little breeze was stirring blew in her face. On she went, now across plain. now surmounting a gentle acclivity. now winding along a 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 ber slow start, she had covered q little more than five miles in 24 minutes. With 15 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 slacken- ing the speed. There was somewhat of 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 50 min utes had srfficed to cover the last half Of the trip.
 X pretty little woman was sitting on Dr. 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 ac- count of the accident, and the urgent need of surgeons services.
 'sDut the doctors away" the little woman said. "He has gone to Trent, and I don't expect him back before 1ridnight-Tm Mrs. Fowler, youknow.
 "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, T shouldn't know where to address telegram. and there's no train till the late one. Who is in charge of the case now?"
 ''Dr Morris-that is Dr. Banks. suppose he is in charge, with Dr. Nor ris assisting him.
 ''Umph. Dr. Banks-I know him. The other I don't.''
 The lady's tone expressed very little
 
 Rodneytown.
 ''Dr. Banks has sprained wrist, and Dr. Morris is a-a-specialist in a-a-- nervous diseases,' Dorothy hastened to explain. ''They united in sending for Dr. Fowler
 .'Oh, I understand" said Dr. Fowler's wife, anicably. ''It is dreadfully un- fortunate that he is away"
 Mrs. Fowler, please advise me- said Dorothy, earnestly. ''The doctors argue that an immediate operation of fers the cnly 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 can hardly get to Rodneytown before 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 wom- an, ''I don't believe old Dr. Banks has anything of the sort. We'll not risk ii, anyway ,-'e'-
 She ran into the house, returning in a moment with case under her arm.
 Here's a set of instruments" said she. Take it; my husband has an- ID 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 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. It 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 breathing spell. She tried to pull him in the next rise, but instead of stacking his pace be increased it. In vain she tugged and sawed at the bit; the bay was out of her control, and knew it as well as she did. He was trot- ting as she had never seen him trot be- fore, with the blood of dozen genera tions of picked roadsters coursing hot iii his veins. Just ahead she made out the dark mass of wood through which the road passed. An instant 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