Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1903-09-12

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The doctor promptly ordered the
| girl to remove her mother, and then
with our assistance set the broken
bone, bound up the leg and gave the
patient light injection Of NOR
phine. By this time the old lady
had recovered and was back again.
The doctor treasured her in a few
words and cautioned against dis
turbing the sleeper.
'Let him sleep as long as he will"
he said, "and III have him about in
a fortnight"
GA 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 Pm
too frail to help her. Oh, Dave, if
we should lose you"-turning to
the bed-''it would be all over"
The alacrity with which Harvey
and I offered to remain on the scene
and play farm hands until Dave was
well was, thought, only equaled by
Clemmie's seconding of the PROPOSE
ton, and we stayed.
Those three weeks-it was three
before Dave could walk-were a
beautiful Arcadian dream-a breath
of life we had never known before.
1t was all novelty, all interest to us,
and Clemmie was a most excellent
instructress 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 l can't |
out Whitcomb Whitcomb and out
Prouty Prouty l want to know why"
And it seemed like dropping the cur
tain on the prettiest sort of a 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 Just
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 b,
with you. You have helped him to
save my Dave and he will bless you
for it. I've always heard that &C
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
the old vine wound gate, and there
we left them standing in the shadow
Of the great elms and waving part
ing that we had promised should
not be for long.
Neither of us had much to say as
we glided along at the foot of the
emerald hills, and, for my part,
tears would have come easier than
words.
"That was an odd remark Of
this morning." said Har-
vey at length, "about losing ring
and making us all swear to return
it when found"
81 thought SO at the time," I an
5Wered.
Just then he dived into his coat
pocket and, producing a cigarette
case, opened it with an exclamation
IF surprise.
"What's wrong?" I queried, rid
ng alongside. In reply he held out
he case, and there on the cigarettes
ay CIemmie's little turquoise ring.
"Shall you keep your promise ?"
asked.
"Of course" said he, fastening
he jewel securely on his watch
,hain. "Of course | will--but, say,
vou might postpone writing that
PASTORAL play for me until | return
he ring. There may be new sug-
yestion for YOU"
Economical Music.