Freeland tribune. (Freeland, Pa.) 1888-1921, 1901-06-03

together" and she very ingeniously
closed the lips of the wound, holding
them firm with thumb and finger
Wait? What are we to wait for?
Till >he fires made itself and boiled
the better"
Wait, l say. and don't argie-bor-
gie!" This always meant that the
Scotch in her was uppermost. and
she wasn't to be gainsaid.
Don't argie-borgie! and to the
eldest boy, Jimmie, you run round to
the camp ahead of us. and ask one
of the young men to be SO kind as to
go with you and fetch the doctor from
the town"
"Coon!" I dared to expostulate
''If you bleed to death. sir. how are
we to have our tea? You know the
plaster won't stick. and | didn't bring
my surgery needle and silk. never
dreaming you'd do this"
l knew telephathically that clock
jaw was the word running up and
down the convolutions of her brain
the thing she had never seen happily;
so let her be.
"If Providence makes you do this,
lust within reach of doctor. I'm not
going to fly in it's face and let you
bleed to death"
ITS you who are doing the 'argie-
borgieing' now. I'm silent as a
stock"
well you were doing it inside you;
that's all the same," she had the ef-
frontery to come cut with. l was feel
ing a little weak from loss of blood,
and waiting for my supper. and al
lowed her to go on holding the cut;
she rallying me. and setting the chill
dren to rights at intervals. She made
me sit on box. while she stood and
stood and never flinched. although
the STOPPING position and strain on
her muscles must have been very
wearing
The time seemed endless. The sun
was sinking red behind high cliff
land as only a Pacific sun can set in
to the far western horizon. Almost
the Orient again." as Coonie OBJ.
served, when she dared turn her head
and shoulders round. but never her
body, to take look.
THAT doctor must have gone with
the SUM-" l observed "Just relax
your grip for one moment and see
how it has worked" 1 begged.
mot for nothing and nobody but
the doctor himself! What, undo my
work that / have been doing?'
I pulled her down on my knee to
rest her.
"You dare, sir!" she said peremptor-
lily, thinking it ruse to let go.
The kids began to whine and cry,
first for supper. then for bed. then
winding down the grade that hid the
ocean from our view, we at length
spied the longed for cavalcade.
"Why, Geoff. Goeff is it really you,
old man, wandered to the jumping off
place of the world?"
After a brief explanation that he
had been run down too, and had TAX
en- his own prescription, and was now
on the eve of hunting us up, he pro-
ceeded to examine my hand.
Lucia let go her hold with trem-
bling, and ne'er drop of blood to
tell the tale A perfect cure! Or
else as Goeff suggested. we were both
more scared than scarifed.
1t had been an ordeal for her. and
| led her on to the mattress in the
tent, chopped the wood. made the
fire, got supper and put the kids to
bed; so dearly had l to pay for my
yielding disposition.
l had had my doubts as to the
Mabel story for some months, and the
lSst time | queried | heard that she
was back in New York
''As you are her twin. I suppose you
want to go back to the place from
which you came" l remarked.
'Ungrateful wretch" she respond
ed, mot till we're old and gray head
ed. and the boys must go to the col
lege I'm getting them ready for!"
And now. with Goeff an as enlight.
ener it came out that it was all a
put up Job on me between them. and
that Mabel had never left her home.
l had to thank them both for the
life-saving station our ranch has
proved to be. and my wife as the
greatest little savior on it.-Waverly
Magazine.
The stopping Place.