The Jasper weekly courier. [volume] (Jasper, Ind.) 1858-1922, 1903-09-18

horse was too slow for the case"
The doctor promptly ordered tn
| girl to remove her mother. and thel
with our assistance set the broker
bone, bound up the leg and gave tn,
patient a light injection of NOR
phine. by this time the old lad,
had recovered and was back again
The doctor treasured her in few
words and cautioned against dis
turbing the sleeper.
Let him sleep as lor: as he will,'
he said, land Ill have MIN about in
a fort night"
"A fortnight" exclaimed the
mother. "Why, what will become of
the farm? He was getting in the
hay when the horse SHE'D, and he
went under the rake and was hurt.
We cannot DO that work. Clemmie
can only look after the COWS and
chickens and the garden, and I'm
too frail 10 help her. Oh, Dave, if
we should lose YOU" turning to
the bed-"it would be all over
The alacrity with which Harvey
and | Offered to remain on the scene
and play farm hands until Dave was
well was, thought, only equaled by
Clemmie's sccoAding of the PROPOSE
tion, and We stayed.
Those three weeks-it was three
before Dave could walk-were a
beautiful Arcadian drcam-a breath
Of a life We had never known before
1t was all novelty, all interest to us,
and Clemmie was a most excellent
instructrcss in the gentle art Of
farming. Every night when we had
done milking the COWS, feeding and
watering the stock and all the other
hundred things that rustics have to
do Harvey would say:
There is no getting around it,
you've got TO write pastoral play
for me when we get where there are
pen and ink. If after this | can't
out-Whitcomb Whitcomb and OUT
Prouty Prouty | want to know why"
And it seemed like dropping the cur
tain on the prettiest sort of play
when one sunny August morning
we rolled our wheels out and point
ed them for Pittsfeld The trio of
the old house stood on the quaint
little porch and watched us oil up
and make ready. Dave was lust
able to be about and help himself.
There were tears in the old mothers
eyes when she held our hands and
said:
"Goodby, my sons, and God be
with you. You have helped him to
save my Dave and he will bless you
for it. Pve always heard that ac-
tors and newspaper men were very
bad indeed, but I'll never believe it |
again. Goodby." And then Dave,
on Clemmie's arm, hobbled down to
he old vine wound gate, and there
We left them standing in the shadow
# the great elms and waving a part
ng that We had promised should
lot be for long.
Neither of us had much to say as
We glided along at the foot Of the
hills, and, for my part, i
ears would have come easier than
words.
THAT was an odd remark OF
Jlemmie's this morning" said Har-
icy at length, "about losing a ring
md making us all swear to return
when found"
II thought so at the time" l an
wered.
Just then he dived into his coat
'ocket and, producing a cigarette
ase, opened it with an exclamation
f surprise.
whats wrong!" l queried, rid
ng alongside. In reply he held out
he case, and there on the cigarettes
ay Clemmie's little turquoise ring.
"shall you keep your promise p I
asked.
"Of course" said he. fastening
he jewel securely on his watch
hahn. NOf course l will-but, say,
on might postpone writing that
astoral play for me until I return
he ring. There may be new sug-
estion for you"