The Virginia enterprise. [volume] (Virginia, St. Louis County, Minn.) 1893-19??, 1903-10-23


Whom 81 last s. her sleep-captiya
brain threw on the night enchant-
ment, Florence reused to find Mrs.
Dennison at the tent door, calling IN
an anxious tone. 81 IS 81 s.s
Is 3 What is It, Carrie 81 Florence
asked Is your husband al q.
"Oh, Florence, I'm so ALARMED about
E,him?" answered Mrs. Dennison. HE
has symptoms OF one Of his old at
tacks. We had hoped that they were
quite conquered, he had been SO much
better here. I'd give him one of his
powders, but there are only two left,
and he ought to take them frequently
to prevent the trouble. Can you ride
to DR.. Winters - " s. - Z = ! + !. $50 Il
"There, there. you 8, dear. worried
woman!"" Florence soothingly replied.
"of course I'll go. Isn't lie asleep
now? I thought SO. You 60 and do
as wisely. SIlI soon be on theSway. Z !
A few moments at the tent door to
gather in the strength of the hills and
the calm Of the morning, and Florence
turned to. the new duty. Breakfast and
the directions from Mrs. Dennisen de-,
layed briefly, and she was soon riding
through the pine forest, where the
night GOODNESS yet fingered. She;
looked for the maybe to give him
greeting, and as her ready hearing.
caught the murmuring wood sound, she
called all her powers of resolution to
her aid to invest herself with an in;
vincible arm of courage. i No more
terrors for her! She would be brave
as Britomart; and; holding her whip
like a lance at charge, she rode boldly
to the Caldwell gate, as if it were the
only port of Castle Dangerous. "A
moment or two for studying the fasten-
Ing, till she could open and close the
gate with ease, then out down the
mountain road. -: ''s II :. !
1t was early when she saw below
her the struggling streets Of Oakview,
almost regrettins that it was so near.
Arriving at the drug store, a little
difficulty arose. DR.. Winter was away,
and the boy in charge knew nothing
of Mr.. Dennison's powders. Riding to
the doctors home she learned from
Mrs. Winter that the doctor was oper-
ating upon patient at Powell's, seven
miles to the north, and did not ex-
pect to return before one o'clock. -
1t was we'll past two when the doc
tor drove up, flung the reins to the
boy who stood waiting and, turning to
help man in the <garb of farmland
from the buggy, calling, as he did SO,
for hot water and antiseptics.
STEADY, there, my man." he said.
Here, lean on me. Marcia" Ito his
wife), give him your arm on the
other side" But Florence was nearer
and afforded her strong young shoulder
to the wounded mans support.
"Scythe wound in the forearm"
briefly stated the doctor. II saw the
accident, but was able only to tie a
tourniquet, and must set a few stitches.
Mrs. Lindsay, can you stand the sight
of blood?'
The man was seated on the shaded
porch, and both women mechanically
followed the doctors directions, moved
to deftness by his will.
"Ah," muttered the doctor, as the
blood spouted4 with the loosening of
the tourniquet. "Radial artery; ulnar,
too, suspect. Stand still, Mrs. Lind
say" for the bright streams shot out
and dyed one side of her linen riding
habit.
DR.. Winter worked rapidly, and
Florence held her machine-like pose
until a splint and sling kept the arm
motionless. Then the doctor became
the genial host and turned cordially to
Mrs. Lindsay.
I'm glad you came to-day. Marcia
and I are in need of a little of your
society,""
Florence shook her head and told
him her errand.
Erred Dennison! Poor fellow. I
hoped much from that chloralmide for
him. That and the mountain life will
put him on his feet BY jove! The
stuff is coming out on the late train
and it will take me an hour afterward
to get it. You'll have to stay and take
it up in the morning." He hurried to
his Office for possible grain or two
OF the precious drug.
Florence felt that here was test
for her new panoplt. If she con-
quered this time she would exult in
future fearlessness. It would only be
early dark by the time she reached
camp, where her refuge waited. She
turned to Mrs. Winter, who stood
ready to sponge the red stain from her
skirt.
, I'D lend, you one," said the lady,
but I've not learned to use the cross
saddle and there's no time to wash this
properly If you must co." looking at
the shadow on the mountains above
the town.
With steady hand Florence held the
arm motionless at the required angle
and told herself that want of courage
was simply unusedness and inexperi-
ence. If she knew more she would not