Ottumwa semi-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1899-1903, 1902-01-30

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Sheep and wolves! Sheppard wolves!
| What do you mean, Sesterw now came
an anxious voice from the doorway as
q woman appeared and stood by the
girls side. Have the wolves ventured
forth from the Green forest again?'
Its human wolves 1 mean, and
whether they came from the Green for
est or the haunts of vice in cities !
know not.''
AS the farmer ended his speech he
stepped within the circle of light that
streamed from the doorway
"a young man, father!"
"And what is this? Our Debbisk
wounded!' cried Nine. Volner
1.-Two beds at once. We must attend
their wants, then satisfy your curios-
ity,' said the farmer.
! Nine. Volner and her daughter at
once sprang to do the bidding of the
farmer. The wounded men were placed
upon two snowy beds.
1T is far to the surgeon, though he
might be got at by daylight" said
Volner. However, the priest is skilled
in surgery, and he can tell if we need
another"
A man was at once dispatched for
the cure of the village. which village
was some three miles away.
While waiting for the cure the farm
er worked over his two wards.
| Debbisk, he found, was shot through
the jaw. His wound, though terrible
to look at and dsfiguring in its prob
able results was not necessarily fatal.
| Notner soon had his wife and daughter
attending the man. He then applied
himself to Buckford.
! He found that pistol ball had en-
tered the young mans side from be-
hind, had glanced on a rib, gone in an
upward direction and was now lodged
somewhere in or near the chest cavity.
BY miracle it had not touched the
heart.
There We're also severe bruises on
the white forehead, which had bled
considerably.
Here, Adria," called Volner. "Come
to ME. This one needs your tender
hand much more than Debbisk."
And in an instant the pretty Adria
was bending over Buckford.
The cure came. He was a gentle old
man, skilled not only in what comfort
ed the soul, but in what soothed the
aching brow or healed the crimson
wound ~
This man, my son." he said to Vol
ner as he stood over Debbisk, sis not
In danger. His wound will be painful,
but there is no danger. 1t is strange
that he is so slow in recovering con-
sciousness-ah, he moves his eyelids
now. Yes. in short time he will
be awake. But this other, this poor
youth. whom believe to be an Eng
lishman or American, is sorely near to
death. l think we had need of the
surgeon In this. Send for him at once"
Il will, father. And now 1 will leave
these two in your hands while take
some men to the ravine. The rascals
who did the work are there"
mo, mol" cried Nine. Volner and
Adria together, throwing their arms
around the farmers burly neck. "You
shall not risk your life. You have
not told us who the rascals are, but we
know they must be formidable foes,
for they have wounded our powerful
Debbisk."
Formidable foesg' growled the
farmer as he gently pushed them
away. Formidable foes! Three skulk-
ing wolves that dare not strike except
at mans back! Formidable foesl
With the hands on this farm I could
whip an army Of them"
He would not stay, but took two men
with him, armed, and searched in the
ravine and vicinity for the three
Frenchmen. But those worthless, hav-
ing had enough of Farmer Volner's
ready strength, had disappeared.
AS the good cure had said, Debbisk
recovered more rapidly than the ugli-
ness Of his wound had promised, but
Buckford fingered long in the land Of
Inconsistencies.
The surgeon came, examined him
and announced that the cure was COM
petent to manage the case.
And the cure, relinquishing many
other duties, took charge of the inter-
esting and mysterious patient.
But, splendid as were the efforts of
the cure, the nursing of Adria Volner
deserved as much praise. She was ever
at the bedside. Her touch was cooling
to the fevered brow. She was gentle.
She was thoughtful.
"He looks like a brave young man."
she said. Suppose it was my Bosso,
brave, reckless, loyal Bosso Duvally,
who was wounded in a strange land.
/ will do for him what l would wish
others would do for Bosso. Is it not
right, motherT
Quite right, my daughter. And now
we may hope to see Bosso in short
time. The news has come that the
prince has been stopping in Berlin for
a few days and will reach Deneslia by
way Of Ontro.''
"Oh, l must see Bosso at the village.
VIII the royal coaches pass this way,
do you think, mother?"
Il do Eot know. There are but two
roads from Ontro to Trolle, and the
road by the Green forest is the short