Phillipsburg herald. [volume] (Phillipsburg, Kan.) 1882-1905, 1902-12-04

NhVy SS0 eat sugar on her potatoes
tM v and salt on her sweet po-
~ 80 s.slI tatoes, 1 suppose there is,
IMNLMll as you say, no harm in it;
lNETSY7EFT1l but still"
IIIyX/lVTII The subject under dis
gIlTkkxsaI cussion was a young wo-
lAlzlAa4H1AI man who had recently
come to Greenboro, and though she
seemed inclined to trouble herself not
at all about Greensboro, Greenboro was
In fever of anxiety about her, her do
fngs, sayings, eatings, as reported by
the maid who witnessed the same.
DR.. Albain had heard wild and woolly
accounts OF Helen Meybin before, but
he was willing to admit that this even
ing Mrs. Marston's tongue had justified
its right to the title of town terror;
and, also, that he began to feel some
moving of curiosity toward this new
horror that had come upon the town
Of his adoption.
"Grenboro is always having a fit or
the horrors about something" he had
reflected, carelessly, when his attention
was first directed toward this latest
one, and he had continued to treat the
subject with that mixture of indiffer
ence and disdain that marked his men
tai attitude toward everything outside
Of the medical profession.
After Mrs. Marston's glowing &C
count, however, this position became
untenable and most of his half hour
drive home was consumed in resolute
resumption of facts. He felt a swing
of sympathy toward the woman who,
like himeslf, seemed alone in the world,
and who ate salt on her sweet potatoes.
This taste, he argued, showed a sound
appreciation of dietetic principle and
then, too, he did it himself, which was
perhaps the real ground of his ap-
proval.
So interested had he become in the
subject that when he passed Hillside
cattage he deliberately drew his horse
to walk and stared frankly into the
open window. A brown head bent over
desk was the only reward gained by
this extraordinary concession to curl
osity, but as it was the only glimpse
he had ever had of the latest agony,
DR.. Albin felt repaid.
He should know her the next time
he saw her, he reflected. But the back
of woman's head is really question
able sponsor for the features Of her
face, and it so happened that when the
doctor next saw Helen Meybin he did
not know her.
Looking up from the dust of the road
side in a blind rage over the accident,
he met pair of gray eyes that were
making a strenuous effort to look con-
cerned in spite of their dancing amuse-
ment.
care you hurt? she questioned.
Hurt snarled the DOCTOR as he got
on his feet and brushed the dust from
his coatsleeves. Hurt, of course not
Who ever heard of a man being hurt
by having his horse knocked from I'M
der him?''
ST beg your pardon" she said, her
tones unstead with laughter; ''I forgot
that the road turned to sharply here.
Your horse does not seem to be much
hurt
In fact, her bike had not touched his
horse. 1t was his steed's backward
lunge that had unseated the doctor and
the knowledge of this fact did not
soothe his temper He turned away
with sundry only partially smothered
words that were neither complimentary
to the horse nor respectful to the lady
and flung himself into the saddle. The
girl collapsed upon the roadside and
gave vent to her strenously repressed
amusement in peal after peal of clear,
sweet laughter. And the doctor heard
But the worst was vet to come, for
as DR.. Albain neared Hillside cottage, a
bike bell rang prolonged warning be-
hind him and a moment later the
author of his recent misfortune glided
past and dismounted at the gate. The
doctors eyes widened as he watched
her run the wheel into its rack and en-
ter the house with an air of ownership.
$50" he muttered, land had meant
to be her friend" He shrugged his
shoulders. what ground there ever
was for friendship is all preempted
now Stal,ed out by disgust He
might have added, "and by ridicule"
But the doctor was no more fond than
other men OF telling himself wholesome
truths.
Lake most strong men, too, he fan
cied himself above resentment and did
not trouble to explain why he never
took the road that ran by Hillside cot
tage, although the not doing so caused
him good many extra hours in the
saddle Neither did he attempt to ex-
plain why, when three months later the
maid from the cottage came in haste
for medical aid, he sent his young
assistant and made no inquiries.
Mrs Marston's rev horse had run
away with her, and Helen having
sprung at the brute's bits, had been
dashed against a show window and |
battered up generally before she sue
ceeded in stopping him. The young |
assistant lost his nerve when he saw |
the condition of the arm that had been |
driven through the shop window, and |
bungled the Job of dressing 1t to such
an extent that three days later the
doctor, white Tipped with remorse. was
speeding toward Hillside cottage haunt
ed by such grewsome words as blood
poison and amputation. He thought Of
her as he had last seen her, flushed
with the strength of her perfect wo-
manhood, and broken prayers mingled
with the impatient exhortations he
urged upon his speeding horse.
Helen was reading when he entered,
but there were marks upon her face
that told what the calm was costing.
The cords of the doctors throat tight
ened suddenly and stifled the words of
useless regret. Silently he bent over