The Montgomery advertiser., 1903-04-02
CHAPTER XIII.

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 Gan see the house .surgeon?"
 "Dr. Jamieson? Yes, sir, step right in and will speak to him. What name shall
 My name is Morgan. He would not know it. I have come to ask about pa- tient.
 The attendant departed noiseiessly. and MT. Morgan arose and looked about the room.
 Pictures of the founders, I take it," he muttered to himselif as he looked at some portraits on the wall. Hearing footsteps he quickly resented himself. -
 MT, Morgan?"
 'Yes, sir" He rose q have come to inquire about boy that was brought here injured few days since. have just come that he is missing. The description of the young chap who stopped a runaway caught my eye and answered to my son. so 1 came to see if it was he."
 "Yes, you can see him if it will relieve your mind. I must ask your name again."
 My name is Edward Morgan, and am from Vermont. l am a farmer, as perhaps you can guess" He smiled as he looked out of his one eye at the doctor. "I wear this patch over my one eye be- cause I got hit while working in the hay loft and lost the sight of it, and I thought 1t kind of looked better"
 If you will come with me, Br Morgan, have no doubt you will soon be able to tell us if this is your son or not"
 London followed the doctor. his disguise entirely concealing his identity from any one that might have known him. The long black coat and old style hat carried out the character to perfection.
 When did this boy come here. doctor?"
 Three days ago. He was brought from the avenue near by He saved a young lady's life, Miss Van Nostrand, by run ming and jumping up behind her dogcart The horse was running away, and the boy dropped her out of the back of the cart and then pluckily attempted to stop the hodse. He was htrown out, and is still unconscious. The young lady's father has given orders that no money shall be spar ed to save him."
 Poor lad, Is he so badly hurt?"
 He has not recovered his senses quite yet, but we hope for the best. He is a strong, healthy chap, and if there are no |or brain has not been hurt, thing that he will pull around in time. Will you be long in New York?"
 "No, sir. am not rich enough for that have to go back to the farm tomorrow. I've been here now two days waiting for him to turn up."
 Well, MT. Morgan, here is the boy. Is he yours?''
 enough. Good deal bruised about the head, you say?"
 ''Yes. he has concussion of the brain in some degree; it is impossible to state how much"
 Will his head be all right when he comes out of it, do you think?" 70, yes; think so. It is very common thing to have happen. You see. he prob ablly struck the post the curbstone. It is fortunate that his head is not smashed or his neck broken"
 The old man sat down Imply on a chair at the foot of the bed and gazed at the boy.
 Poor chap" he murmured, poor little Bobs."
 Cheer up, Mir Morgan; cheer up. We'll take good care of him. Will you please ei wa nn on hn vUA nar far ton the books. should like your address too, so that we can communicate with you if he becomes conscious" His name? O, his name is Robert Nor gan; he is between 16 and IT years of age. My name is Edward Morgan, Hillside farm. near Burlington, Vt" Thank you. We will write you or see that word is sent you" "I should take it kindly if you did. believe that he had a job here in some shop, but the name has escaped me at present. I'm not used to so much noise, I guess New York is terrible big place after the country. But I'm keeping you and can do no good here, so I'm going ' Very well, MT. Morgan Rest easy, we will see him through. Mir. Van Nostrand is one of the trustees of this hospital, so you can see that he Is in a good place, and all chance, too."
 Yes, I suppose that the Lords hand was in it. Well, thank you kindly, doctor. Good day. Poor lad! poor lad! When he reached the street he walked slowly away till he reached the corner, and, turning 1t, called a cab and was driven swiftly away CHAPTER XIV Well, boys, I've seen the lad, and it's Bobs sure enough. He is unconscious as yet, though the doctor says that that is in all probability only temporary. How can we know anything about his doings? should like to hear from him, " said Reddie.
 ''The doctor is going to write me at the | farm up in Vermont" London winked and smiled at the others How are you going to get the letters ?'' 70, that's all right I have a friend up near Burlington, and I shall write him to
 call for and forward to me all letters that | he may get"
 I've got to have that boy back soon, that's flat" Reddie looked very determin- | ed, and more or less ugly. You can't get him back until the hos pital discharges him, so that settles that old man. MT. Van Nostrand is going to | look after him, they say. Perhaps he will