The Rich Hill tribune. (Rich Hill, Mo.) 1903-1911, 1903-09-10

tlDhss however Anu tht, Delng sen
tibie woman. knewi it, biayely obeying
orders given by the kind doctor, who
had come over IN Mr.. Tenny's team
from the scene of the accident.
After an houT spent in ministering
to the needs Of the suffering. DR.
Lamb followed Mrs Clark into the
roomy kitchen where yet the table
stood with food unfasted.
Il win drive Miss Grey over in the
morning., be said, ashe is an excel
lent nurse; till then, you and Chloe
can manage an right. ] think. In
caring for The little girl, 2 hewentOB,
%yoa may be entertaining an angel
unawares. who knoEsr'
Mr.. Clark would not leave her
to anyone when they couldn't
find her folks, and how she
did cling 10 him when he was
trying to pull her out Of the ruins.
Heeould probably have got clear with
her without being hit, If it hadn't
been Tor that.
NWell, what can't be cured, you
know; now, goodnight, or rather,
good-morning, Mrs. Clark, ,"he added,
consulting his watch; keep cheery
and hope for the best" and closing
the door quietly, he was gone.
Weeks passed; weeks, too, Of suf-
fering and anxiety in the Clark
household, bot many another home
shared the same fate, and the grave
physicians and surgeons we're busy
enough.
One bright morning toward thelast
Of MAY, Miss Grey threw open the
window 70 let in the warln sun rays
aud fresh, pure air, fragrant with the
health-giving breath Of the stately
pines opposite, and Beulah was drawn
upto enioyit.
'Hov lovely . she whispered, lean
ing eontentedly back against the
cushions
Yes, dear said Miss Grey, sWsl-
lowing a sob, as she thought of the
journey Of pain before the wasted lit
lie frame at her side, but BsulahS
great brown eyes sought hers, and she
added quickly With a smile: "You
arc feeling much better this morn
ing.
Yes, 0 yes, but, Miss Gray" lay
ing a thin, white hand on the arm Of
her loving friend, were my injuries
so very bad, and IS il true that / can
never walk agsinfp
Miss Grey started, and Beulah re-
peated her question, adding: "You
needn't fear 70 tel me, can bearit."
"Tm afraid it is true, dear" said
her friend, oaressing her clear, blue
yeincd forehead with her unoccuPied
hand, and feeling the tightening
grasp upon her arm, while two great
tears slowly emerged from the brown
eyes and dropped silently on tie be-
roming bed wrapper
Miss Grey's own eyes we're moist a.
the stoopcd and kissed the sweet face,
saving. ~Be brave, dear, and remem-
Der that underneath are the eveTlast-
ing arms
Beulsh vas quiet Tor some time,
looking out on the soft, new tints Of
green woodland, and beyond 10 the
zig-zag line of hilitops resting 20 low
ingly against the sky.
A, last she said; Miss Grey"
and a slight ,rcmor in her voice be-
tgaypd thc emotion she felt, rs Mr..
ClaFk'-thcn shc hesiiated. and q
wave Of pain swept over her faoc-''is
he-is again she stopped, and
Mise Grey, diNning the thought, said
quickly;
"Mr Clark is doing well, and doc
tor expects 10 remove the spinls in
few days
A little cry Of Joy sprang from the
pale lips that Immediately framed the
words;
lie did il for me, Miss Grey; he
did il saving me. o, l'm 50 glad be
isn't"-but she could not bring her
self 10 say that one word
summer came and went Autumn,
close at her heels in gorgeous attire,
had danced and frolicked until her
garments were thin and shabby; the
weaiher-haton oaks and msplss
standing mere beggars in the chill
November air The crimson sumachs
and graceful tufts Of gol3en-rod hae
long since relinquished their right 10
gladden. the highway, An the rich,
warm ooloring had cooled into the 80.
Der semitenes oi frost time.
One day the following notice sp-
peared in The Glendale paper;
Ans knowledge of the wherc.
ab0uis - Bculsh Margaret Morgan
will be gratefully receised by &. l..
Morgan, broker is4 Chestnut street,
Den,eR Col"
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