Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1904-09-29

suden shouts of derision that came
occasionally from the small group
gathered outside the postofice. They
we're discussing politics. Presently
Mr.. B]ye joined them, and the arsn-
ment waxed warmer, for Blye was a
strong partisan. Robert Carr. laziiy
watching from the open door OF the
drug store, could see his employer
wildly saving the air with both his
hands. as was his wont when excited
, or deeply interested.
! Robert yawned. Il wish l could
hear EN-" he thought. 'The boss is
good one in a word tussle. Knows
all that's going on, too. He's pret-
ty smart man if he is a country drug
gist."
Almost half an hour passed, and DR..
Hunt who was one of the disputants,
ard Blye's opponent, as always, sud
denly remembered that he had pa
t;ents awaiting him. He slipped
quietly away and started up a cross
street. AS he walked briskly forward
he took from his coat pocket the bot
tie Robert Carr had handed him. He
tore Off the wrapper and snapped open
his medicine case. But he did not
rat the bottle in. Instead, he stood
stock-still and stared at it.
| "Whew!' he Whistled. What's
this, l won Ter? MOI what I asked for
THAT'S sure.
| He turned ON his heel and hurried
towards the drug store. Carr" said
he, you've given me the wrong bottle.
l haven't got the croup!"
Guess I must have given your med
cine to the Indian" said Robert rather
embarrassed by Dr. Hunts sharp
scrutiny.
Indian, What Indian? Carr, that
bottle held a solution of Paris green!
l wanted it for some of the bug-ridden
!
to find that Indian, and in a mighty
big hurry, too suppose the bottle
was marked poison, but those fellows
are ignorant enough to swallow any.
thing Who was it? Where was he
from? Speak quick, Carr
Robert turned pale. He leaned on
| the counter for support d don t
know he faltered; 81 never saw him
before 1t wasn't one of the village
| Indians
Dr. Hunt stared at him, Wild-eyed.
| He, too, was very pale and agitated.
He plunged through the door, and
| walked quickly to the group near the
postofice. He touched Mr.. Blye gen
! tly but firmly on the arm.
"Blye,' he said. in a curiously strain
ed voice, which he could hardly con
troll and keep steady, come over to
the store. I want to speak to you,
| When they were few feet away he
gripped Mr.. Blye's shoulder, and,
pushing him forward. whispered.
Hurry, hurry, Blye, It's matter of
life and DEATH
who's sick?" Mr.. Blye demanded
almost sprawling through his own
door, so great was the momentum DIR.
Hunts heavy hand had given him.
"Nobodv's sick: It's Carr-he' s
given some Indian my bottle of Paris
green Do you know who it was?"
| Why, yes" began the breathless
and bewildered druggist.
who, then? For mercy's sake,
Ispeak quick, Blye!" DR.. Hunt was in
a fever of impatience and anxiety.
| Il don't know his name, but | think
he's one Of Hy Colborn's strawberry
pickers. Hy's got several Indian fam.
lies picking for him this year. They
have got some tents near the biggest
patch, just above Pine Cove. This
Indians baby girl is sick with the
Group. No wonder, sleeping in tents
OF. that damp ground! The fellow may
not give her any medicine until anoth.
e1 attack comes on--but YOU can't
tell
Il should say you can't. At Pine
Cove, eho and that's three miles
Iaway. The Indian probably walked
land took the beach-the upper road is
SIX inches deep with dust" Dr.. Hunt
turned suddenly toward the unhappy
Robert Carr" said he, where's
your wheal?'
I'm the shed behind the store" said
Robert promptly. He felt somewhat
cheered. in his dismay and misery, by
DR.. Hunts decisive manner.
Mount It quick Take the beach
the sands hard and firm near the
waters edge. Here" ne wrenched