The Saint Paul globe. (St. Paul, Minn.) 1896-1905, 1901-12-23
The Globes Daily Short story

| lrvoluntarily handed him his surgical
! case. In an instant he had laid out the
various instruments and other things
| necessary, prepared an antiseptic for kis
| hands, examined the instruments with
the manner of a professional, rolled up
his sleeves and stood ready for the work.
| Jones gave the doctor directions as
| to the part he wished m to PERFORM
and then with dett stroke cut oeep
into the white body. The senator made
a quick move as if to stop him. and
grasped his arm as he was making an
other move to cut again. Jones cropped
the knife like flash and, grasping the
senator in a grip like a wise, rushed HIM
to the door and locke. it. Returning on
a run he sad quietly to the shaking doc
| tor:
Its too late to stop now.''
! Then selling the knife he went ahead,
| cutting about and around vital organs
with decision and deXterity that com
manded the admiration of DR.. Boggs even
while he trembled in terror. 1t was soon
over and as neatly finished as it was be-
gun.
| AS Jones coolly washed the instruments
| and replaced them in the case, DIR. Boggs
| grasped him roughly by the shoulder.
| Who are you?" he demanded, "and
| what college did you attend? You are
| no cowboy. You are a trained surgeon.
You are mistaken replied the other
| quietly. 81 am Tom Jones, cow
| puncher." Then he walked out of the
house, saying to the senator, who was
| pacing the floor in the room outside, as
he passed through it:
Miss Beatrice will recover. The op-
Grafton was successful and Boggs knows
| how to care for her. 1t may take some
time, but she will pull through Then
| he was gone.
Several weeks later, when the young
| woman had recovered sufficiently that
| day for departure East had been fixed
| she insisted upon seeing the man to
| whom she owed her life. He came into
| the room where she sat in an invalid's
! chair. AS her father presented him
| she glanced up into the tangled whis-
! kerS, and put forth her hand with
| grateful smile. AS her eyes met his the
| smile faded from her face and her hand
dropped.
john she screamed. John! How
| did you come here?"
ST think Providence directed my steps,
| he replied reverently.
Papa" she went on, still in voice
| approaching hysteria. This is John
| Wilmot-Dr John Wilmot. Don't you
recognize him?''
| 1t was the senator's turn to pale.
'Impossible!' he said He is dead
a suicide
mot true,'' said the cowboy, steadily.
when you refused your daughter to
marry me because I was only a young sur
| geon with some reputation and no money,
and went SO much further in your pre-
] cautions against my gaining her as to
! ruin with your power and money what
| prospects I had, I came out here to see
! if life closer to nature was not more
| honest. I let the world believe 1 had
committed suicide 1t did not matter"
However, sir, he continued, sternly,
! ST have always heard that you made it
| your boast that your word was sacred.
! You said that the man who saved your
/! daughters life could demand his own
I price now demand it,
/ "You shall have it. even to the last
| shilling of my fortune replied the SEN
| ator, promptly. ''And I recognize that
you are justified in being merciless.
VERY well. 1 do not want cent of
/ your money I demand your consent to
marry your daughter
The senator walked to the window, and
looked over the sweeping prairie for some
minutes. Then turning he said huskily:
| MY word has passed. 1 cannot refuse
! to make it good
With cry the girl rose from the
| chair, tottered and fell into the arms OF
Il the man with the tangled beard.