Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1903-09-12
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
3 AN OUTING STORY 5

'chusetts just where the famous ole
post road through the Berkshire
hills winds itself into New Ashford
"A storm came on and we turned il
at the open gate of the first farm.
yard, and riding up to the vine Gov
cred porch of the quaint old house
lifted our wheels to protected spots
lat either side Of the paneIed door
The storm burst, and we sat on the
porch beside our faithful steel
Bteeds, watching the clouds hurry
by and the tall trees bend in the
eddying wind. No less than half an
hour slipped away, while the storm
increased rather than diminished,
and, realizing that we were to
be weather bound for a few hours
at least, the necessity of luncheon
became apparent, and Harvey arose
to the attack. Harvey is an actor
in season, and what he has learned
in the matter of picking up meals
on the western circuits helps him
UNNECESSARILY in summer vacations.
Repeated beating upon the door
failed, however, to elicit the slight
est response from the inmates and
my anticipatory dreams of a soft
eyed, rustic Ganymede went gloom
lily to pieces.
''There must be corpse in the
house." remarked Harvey reassur-
Iingly, leaning upon his bicycle and
turning on me a look Of hungry res
Fgnation. was framing in my mind
IA neat reply more sarcastic than
Iapropos when the oaken door sud
denly opened inward and an ex-
tremely pretty girl with long, curly
golden hair and big blue eyes con-
fronted us. Surprise was mutual,
but she seemed the more confused.
'EWhy, Why" she faltered, Ct
| thought to find one Of the neigh
bors, but-but''-
"There is no cause for alarm" in
terrupted Harvey in the voice Of his
most approved stage father. owe
are perfect gentlemen. although our
is admittedly against US.
We took the liberty to use your
porch as a shield from the weather
and trust that we are not intruding."
ooh, no-no," she answered con-
fusedly. ''You will excuse me.
Dave is hurt. l must go for the
DOCTOR" and she ran by us and down
the steps into the rain, lifting her
calico skirts just high enough for
us to see that her pretty feet were
but thinly covered with light slip
pers. Harvey was at her side in an
instant.
'FPardon me-" said he. "Where
does the doctor live?"
.3Only a mile or SO" she replied,
without stopping, cup the road"
(She pronounced it 'Erud," but am
writing this in English.) Harvey
caught her arm and pulled her back
10 the sheltering porch.
"But you must not run mile or !
TO-" he cautioned, Gin such storm
Is this without hat, shawl or shoes.
It would kill you. l will 60 for the
doctor. My wheel moves faster than
your little feet" The girl hesitat-
ID MON Mt and then, as Harvey
stood ready to start away, thanked
lin shortly and gave directions for
hiding the doctors house.
Cali right. Goodby," he shouted,
Gaping into the saddle. "You take
are of Dave"
Perhaps l might assist you,"
yentured. ri am a bit Of an anna
eur physician. May I see DaVe?"
She led the way into the narrow
hallway, up the creaking staircase,
vail papered at the sides in imi-
alton of white marble, and into a
fluffy little chamber just under the
tipping caves. A great, deep chest
d, sunburned fellow lay upon
my iron bedstead, while one mus
ular leg hung over the edge, shat
cred and bleeding. An old woman
nth soft gray hair and the eyes of
he girl bent above him and called
is name again and again in tones of
he most piteous tenderness. AS
re entered, she turned to my pretty
uide and regardless of strange
resence cried:
E'He is dead, Clemmie; dead! Ny
)ave is deadl' and fell at the side
f the little bed, sobbing and cry
lg. The girl quickly glided by me
nd placing her hand upon the
lan's chest said quietly:
"He is not dead only uncon-
cious." l drew near and saw at
nee that she was right The limb
ad been injured in some farming
ccident and an artery broken. / |