The indicator., 1904-09-17

'>Oh. that's all light" ~ Moor
coolly and with admirable QuicknsaA
"Wood smokA yoo know: thsy cant
stand that"
This was apparently a new idea In
demonology for Bruce. for he sank
back. while Moore lighted the fre and
put on the teakettle. He looked
round for the tea caddy.
Up there" said Bruce, forgetting for
the moment his devils and pointing 70
q quaint, old fashioned tsa caddy 80.
ehe shelf.
Moore took 1t down. turned 1t in ~
hands and looked at Bruce.
"old country. chr
"My mother's." said Bruce sobsrly.
"I could have sworn 1t was ny
sunts in Ballymena.'' said Moore.
"My aunt lived In little stone co1ags
with roses all over the front of it"
And on he went into an enthusiastic
description Of his early home. His
voice was full Of music. soft and sooth-
ing, and poor Bruce sank back and liz
tened. the glitter fading from his eyes.
The Duke and looked at each other.
ENOt toO Dd4, 0At bdlu tue OuAU
after a few moments silence.
Lets put up the horses" l suggest
ed. -They won't want us for half an
hour"
When we came In. the room had been
Get in order the teakettle was singing,
the bedclothes were Strengthened out.
and Moore had Just finished washing
the blood stains from Bruce's arms and
neck.
"Just in time" he said. II didn't
like to tackle these" pointing to the
bandages.
All night long Moore soothed and
tended the sick man.. now singing
softly to him and again beguiling him
with tales that meant nothing. but
that had a strange power to quiet the
nervous restlessness due partly to the
pain of the wounded arm and partly to
the nerve wrecking from his months Of
dissipation. The Duke seemed uncom-
Portable enough. He spoke to Bruce
once or twice. but the only answer was
q groan or curse. with an increase Of
Festlessness.
"He'll have close squeak" said the
Duke. The carelessness of the tons
was little overdone, but the Pilot
was stirred up by 1t.
HE has not been fortunate in bis
friends" he said, looking straight into
his eyes.
"a man ought to know himself when
the pace is too swift" said the Duke,
q little more quickly than was his
wont
"You might have done anything
with him. Why didn't you help himr-
Moore's tones were stern and very
steady, and he never moved his eyes
from the other mans face but the only
reply he got was n shrug of the shoulr
aers
When the gray Of the morning WAS
coming in at the window the Duks
rose up. gave himself little shake and
said:
~ am not of any service here. I
shall come back in the evening""
He went and stood for few mo-
ments looking down upon the hot,
fevered face; then. turning to M. -
asked:
"what do you thinkr'
Cant say! The bromide is holding
him down Just now. His blood Is bad
for that wound"
"Can l get anythingr' 1 knew him
well enough to recognize the anxiety
under his Indifferent manner
THE Fort doctor ought to be gote
He nodded and went out.
slave breakfast" called out MooeO
Asom the door.
II shall get some at the Fort, thank1
They won't take any hurt from me
there" he said, smiling his cynical
smile.
Moore opened bis eyes in surprise.
"What's that forY' he asked me.
"Well, he is rather cut up. and you
rather rubbed 1t into him. you know"
said. for thought Moore Ittls
hard.
did l say anything untrue7'
"Well, not untrue. perhaps; but
truth Is like medidne-not always good
to take" At which Moore was silent
oil his patient needed him again.
It was weary day. The intense
pain from the wound and the high
.1ever from the poison In his blood
kept the poor fellow In delirium til
evening. when the Duke rode up with
the Fort doctor. lingo appeared as
nearly played out as horse of his
spirit ever allowed himself to become.
Seventy miles" said the Duke,
swinging himself OF the saddle. ''The
doctor was ten miles out. How is her
I shook my bead, and he led away
hin horse to give him a rub and feed.
Meantime the doctor, who was OF
the army and had seen service, was
examining his patient He grew more
and more puzzled as be noted the va
rous symptoms Finally he broke out:
"What have you been doing to hint
Why is he In this condition? This
nea bite doesn't account for ALL" point
ing to the wound
We stood like children reprovsd
Then the Duke said hesitatingly:
Fl fear. doctor. the life has been a
little too hard fer him. He had a 80
we're nervous attack-seeing things,
you know.
Eyes, know" stormed the old doc
tor. II know you well enough, with
your head Of cast iron and no nerves
to speak Of. know the crowd and
bow you lead them. Internal foolsi
You'll get your turn some day. I've
warned you before"
The Duke was standing up before
the doctor during this storm smiling
slightly. All at once the smile faded
out and he pointed to the bed. Bruce
was sitting up quiet and steady. BE
stretched out his hand to the Duke.
Don't mind the old fool" he said,
holding the Dukes hand and lookins
up at him as fondly as If he were .
girl. ITS my own funeral-funeralf'