Evening journal., 1907-03-18

LIS ice; tue cup Yahlsne0, ms gropng,
trembling hands could not find t. How
could he have too much when he was
burning? That wasn't fair, Davie
when his head was so big that he
couldn't run.
"The brute-the perfect brute. to 60
or and leave him like thisl Never
even get him waterF'
Was that father? No; Tlge had not
hurt him. II was the flre-and heed
less Joe-where was the spring and
the cup. THERE Mother was bathing
his burning head and face and neck,
his hands and arms. He smiled at her
and whispered Good and again the
warm rain dropped upon him. and his
big. heavy head was lifted and laid
why, II must be the cool. damp moss
above the springl 1t was heayenlyl
If It was not for the dreadful some
thing that hurt so about Llzzie-Liz-
zle Bradley-Lamson-h could--Ilzzle
Brudley-Lamson-Liz.
Il don't know that any OF us can say
much FOR ourselves. Let such a sick
man lie here alone for days-never
come near him, so busy hustlng for
the dollars-but eli the same, Lamson's
a brute. with less feeling than a hogl
And the thought that Llzzie'd-fa -faughr'
Llzzie-Llzzie Iradley-Lamson-Liz.
Don't say that, Joe Harrlsi Can't
you understand? Lamson liedl" Liz
Bradley-Lamson-
"Oh. never mind, mother. He's too
light headed yet But the fever Is cool
ing, and the doctor'll be here soon.
Look out yonder. Ben's got crowd.
all right Joes grain II be in the stack
in short order and 1t isn't hurt yet
not an atom, in spite Of Lamson's
know it all verdlctw
Lizzie Bradley y-Lamson--he was hurt
Did Lizzie Bradley-Lamson II no, he
wouldn't-wouldn't put out his tongue.
1t was too stln and big. like his head
And he wouldn't have a spoon In his
mouth.
Here, young man, you take thisl
Swallow it. Do you hear? Some one
shook him slightly. with the order, and
he swallowed and grinned and said Il
was Davys cough drops, and 1t was
Lizzie Bradley-Lamson who-who made
the fire. Was that little Sis who cried
out sharply and sobbed? Davy mustn't
hurt little Sis. He, Joe, was all right.
only Lizzie.
p" "Oh, shut ppr' the gruff one com.
manded I'm the doctor and l say
for you to drop it and go to Sleep"
There was mother again. with the
gourd from the spring and he drank
and drank till they took 1t away. and
then he slid down and down and oui
where there was only a cool, quiet
hlankness.
1t was late the next day. The SUI
was sending its level rays across tn
door when Joe Harris came to himsel
and looked about with a calm am
growing consciousness.
There was a faroff. CHEEKY sound OF
busy machines. Through the open win
dow he could see his fields swarminf
with men and teams. The food wagon
and eating tent stood back by the well
the important cook bustllng over fire
His room was cool and fresh. Flowers
stood upon his little homemade table
with the doctors medicine glass.
Bit by bit he studied II out. ard a.
he recognized Mr.. Bradley and the
boys and other neighbors and Mrs
Bradley herself putting his freshly
washed shirts upon the line his eyes
iilled. and he murmured a faint "God
bless themw
At the sound there was a stir by the
head Of the bed, and a girl with anx-
ious eyes leaned over him and touched
his forehead with a shy little hand.
He looked at her a moment; then he
uluttered feebly. questionlnglys Lizzie
Bradley
With rush Of tender tears she laid
her warm pink cheek against his, muir
nuring: "No. Joe, dear; mol Lizzie
Bradley Harrisw