The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-08-01
Copyright 1903 by the National Press Agency.

'@ff- Copyright 1903, by the National Press Agency
" was bleak winters evening Dartmoor and
Horace Thorold stood by his fire drawing on
his gloves and listening for the sound of his gig
coming round to the door, the doctor was in
clined to wonder--as many another country Escu-
apus has before hm-why it is is that pa
tients in outlying districts always to select the
worst nights for entering and leaving the world and
requisitioning services medical man.
Horace Thorold had only taken his residence in
whom he had known little had died and bequeahed
all his small property, including his medical practice to
nephew who, it seemed unwittngy pleased him
by following the old mans profession.
Horace who struggling in London in the some
avng no capital wherewith to purchase one) had de-
cidd that his wisest would be settle down. at
least for time in his uncles places and had accordingly
taken possession of the quaint old house the
with its antiquated furniture and stepped into his
unces Shoes he phrased it, regards the practice
Old Thorolds was certainly an extensive connection"
in it embraced all the scattered farmsteads
and houses within riding distance The old had been
popular with his patients and his nephew who both
clever and painstakng more than inherited his kins
mans good repute
The wntry blast ratified outside, and Horace drew
back the curtain and opened the window for moment
to if had yet begun to fall. AS he did
figure into the then turned round
fastened the window and dropped the curtain
over it.
"Halo!' cried Horace this abrupt intrusion. But
did not Need him. with low of satisfaction
he crossed Sartmen and crouched the Blazing
fire. -
IT say my friend, you yourself at home here"
startled for the moment but reassurel the
with his stawart proportions. IT could chuck
the fellow with hand if he mischief
Horace thought to himself
The figure turned and lifted haggard face of en-
treaty.
Save me,' said in low hoarse tones
Save you? OH" as Horace noted the visitors Dress
with the broad arrows stamped upon it, Il you've
broken out of PrncetoWn, eh?"
visitor Yesterday the said in the
choked voice, 'and-Tve been out on the
since. They're after Hide me! Save me!' And
he crouched the fire again.
The miserable aspect of the creature before him
aroused Horaces instincts professional healer
Here he said pouring out cup of hot coffee dhe
remains Of his meal the table, drink
this bit Of bread, and then you'll be better
able to speak"
pabe to the Woish hunger with which
the dispatched the provisions But the food and
warmth brought color to his wasted cheeks,
voice calrner and frmer he said, gratefully:
THANK sir. was almost dead when came in.
But better be dead than in that place yonder"
Well you'll have to back there, know" said
Horace hardening his heart with duty.
The wrung his wasted hands with a gesture Of
despair.
mo, no, no' cried. "oh, sir, take pity upon me!
innocent MANI
IT never knew of the crime was accused Of" said
the and there truthful ring in his voice.
suppose will believe this the jury didn't
and he bent again the fire.