Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1904-09-04

suden shouts Of derfsion that came
occasionally from the smell group
gathered outside the postotfice. They
ere discussing politics Presently
}lr. Dlye joined chem. ard the arsu
nent waxed warmer, for Blye was =.
strong partisan. Robert Carr. lazii,
watching from the open door OF tha
drug store. could see his employer
wildly saving the air with both hi
hands. as was his wont whom excited
or deeply interested.
1 Robert yawned. Il wish could
hear en- he thought. The boss is
a good one III Il word tussle. KNOWS
all that's going on, too. He's pret-
] tE smart man if he IS a country drug
sist"
Almost half an hour passed, and Dr..
/ Hunt, who was one of the disputants,
and Blye's opponent, as always. sud
denly remembered that he had pa
TENTS awaiting him. He slipped
! ht!0llN DIV IH dIIt Ntdti tth ht' a tio'''7
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
put the bottle in. Instead, he stood
s1ock-still and stared at it.
'Whew' he. whistled. What's
this, wonder? Not what 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.
I haven't got the Group"
Guess | Must have given your med
cine to the Indian said Robert rather
embarrassed by DR.. Hunts sharp
scrutiny
'lndian. What indian? Carr. that
bottle held d solution Of Fatis eroen,
| wanted it for some Of the hug-riaAeu
1sj4es in Zsay back yard Well have
10 find that indian. and in a mighty
big hurry, too | suppose the bottle
nas marked poison. but those fellows
are ignorant enough to swallow any
thing. Who was it? Where was h.
from? Speak quick, Carr.
Robert turned pale. He leaned on
the counter for support II don't
Know. ha faltered; Il 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 aeitated.
He plunged through the door, and
walked quickly to the group near the
postofIjce. He touched Mr.. BlNe gen
tiy but firmly on the arm.
"Bye," ae said, in q curiously strain
ed voice, which he could hardly con
tol and keep steady, "come oyer to
the store. want to speak to you.
When they We're a few feet away he
aripped Mr. Blye's shoulder. and,
pushing him forward. whispered.
Hurry, hurry, Blye! It's a matter OF
life and death
"Who's sick?" Mr.. Blye demanded
almost sprawling through his own
door. so great was the momentum Dr.
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 bewillered druggist.
"Who, then? For mercy's sake,
speak quick. Blye!" DIR. Hunt was in
8 fever of impatience and anxiety
Il don't know his name. but think
he's one of Fly 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
Or that damp ground, The fellow may
'tot SiNc IlSi dily ulCulcIHG until dnOCn-
el attack comes on-but you can't
tell"
81 should say you can't. At Pine
lCove, eh? and that's three miles
away. The Indian probably walked
and 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
vour wheal?
"1n the shed behind the store" said
Robert promptly He felt somewhat
choered, in his dismay and misery, by
| Dr. Hunts decisive manner.
"Mount it quick! Take the beach
he sands hard and firm near the