The Aberdeen Democrat. (Aberdeen, South Dakota) 1???-1909, 1903-10-16

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ment, Florence reused to find Mrs.
Dennison at the tent door, calling in
an anxious tone.
What is it, Carrier" Florence
asked. as your husband ill?"
"Oh, Florence, I'm SO alarmed about
bim?' 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"
There, there, you dear, worried
woman!" Florence soothingly replied.
"Of course I'll go. Isn't he asleep
now? | thought so. You go and do
as wisely. I'll soon be on the way"
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
h directions from Mrs. DennisOn de-
layed briefly, and she was soon riding
i'cuSi lLC pine loltSI, WHITE llc
night GOODNESS yet fingered. She
looked for the magpie 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. 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 a Castle Dangerous. A
moment or two for studying the fastcn-
ing, till she could open and close the
gate with ease, then out down the
mountain road.
1t was early when she saw below
her the struggling streets of Oakview,
almost regretting that 1t 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 a 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 a mar in the gaTb of a 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. Il 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 tie shaded
porch, and both women mechanically
followed the doctors directions, moved
to dizziness by his will.
"Ah," muttered the doctor. as the ,
blood spouted with the loosening of
the tOurniquet. :Radial artery; ulnar,
too, | suspect. Stand still, Mrs. Lind
for the bright streams shot out
and dyed n 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
motlonless. Then the doctor became
he genial host and turned cordially to
Mrs. Lindsay.
I'm glad you came to-day. Marcia
are in need of a little of your
society"
Florence shook her head and told
lin her errand.
Fred Dennison! Poor fellow.
loped much from that chloralmide for
lin. That and the mountain life will
nut him on his feet. BY jove! The
tuff is coming out on the late train
nd 1t will take me an hour a%fterward
0 get it. You'll have to stay and take
+ UP in the morning." He hurried to
is Office for a possible grain or two
t the precious drug.
Florence felt that here was a test
Or her new panoply. If she con-
uered this time she would exult in
lture fearlessness. 1t would only be
arly dark by the time she reached
amp, where her refuge waited. She
urned to Mrs. Winter, who stood
eady to sponge the red stain from her
kirt.
I'D lend you one," said the lady,
I've not learned to use the cross
add1e and there's no time to wash this
roperly if you must co." looking at
he shadow on the mountains above
he town.
With a steady hand Florence held the
RIM motiofless at the required angle
nd told herself that want of courage
as simply unusedness and inexperi-
nee. If she knew more she would not
Q afraid.
The shadows were pointing long
myers down the darkening canyons
$ she rode up the mountain path.
saying the last struggling farm well
ehind.
The first culver of fear stole upon
err when q great gray owl winged it's
useless flight to it's lookout on a dead
inc tree on the mountain across fha