The Bourbon news. [volume] (Paris, Ky.) 1895-19??, 1907-04-05
ABSOLUTELY PURE

burning, burning mother Lizzie Brad
leyLamson.
"Oh, you poor, poor boy! Bring some
water, Quicb.,''
Did some one speak, or was it-again
the little, foolish smile cracked the
parchod lips He had known mother
would c0me-she always did when her
boys We're hurt, even if they did it
ycarelessly themselves -but she did not
know how big his head was or she
would not Try 10 lift it. OH, he was at
the old spring drinking drinking.
He must Tot have too much ut once.
the poor boy.' A warm rain fell upon
his face; the cup vanished; his cropping.
trembling hands could not find it, How
could he lave too much when he was
burning? That wasn't fair. Ddvie,
when his head WAS so big that lie
couldn't run.
The brute-thc perfect brute. TO 50
off and leave him like this. Never
even get him waterr
Was that father? No: Tige had not
hurt him. 1t was the fire-:tnd heed
less J0e-where was the spring and
the cup There! Neither was bathing
his burning head and face ard neck.
his hands and rms. 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. it must be The cooI. damp moss
above tile spring! It was heavenly!
IL it WAS hot for the dreadful some
thing tllGr h.-rt - about Iizzic-L;a:-
%ie E"a,lloy-i -arisc-2-l!e ceul3-I.izz!c
bradley Liz
II Col't lc,2oW t3lgt Any o. US can say
mrch FER ourselves. let such Il sick
man lie 1crc alone for days lever
come Rear hiil. 50 busy hustling for
the dOIlars-but I'll the same. Lansoa's
a brute, VITA less feeling than hog!
And the thought that Ti2zie'd- faughv'
LiZZic-I.izZic Bradley LasnsOn-I.iz
Don't say that. joe Harris! Can't
You understand? I.amson lied" Liz
Bradl6y-L1l4son-
"Oh. never Ainl, mother. He's too
light headed yet Eat the fever l. cool
ing, ana the Goct0r'll be here soon.
Look out yonder. Ben's got crowd
;;Il right. Joos grain II be in the stack
in short orier, and it isn't hurt yet,
not on atom, in spite of Lamson's
know it ali yerdicti'
Lizzie Bradley Lamson- was hurt
Did Lizzie Br;ldley-Lamson - no, he
wouldn' Wouldn't put out his tongue
1t was too stiff and big, like his head.
And he wouldn't have Il spoon in his
mouth
''Eere, young man, you take this:
Swallow ii. Do you hear? Some one
shook him Slightly. with the order. and
lie swallowed and grinne1 and said it
was Davy's cough drops, and it was
Lizzie BradleyLams0n whO-who made
The fire. Was that little Sis who cried
out sharply and sobbcd? Davy mustn't
hurt little Sis. lie, Joe, was all right,
only Lizzie.
oh, shut upY' the gruff one com
manded. "T'm the doctor. and l Say
for you to drop it and so TO sleep"
There was mother again. with the
gouri from the spring. and he drank
and drank till they took it away. and
then he slid down and down anI out
where there was OILY Il cool. quiet
Darkness.
1t was late the next day. The sun
was SEEDING it's level rays across the
door when Joe Harris came to himself
and looked about with a calm and
growing consciousness.
There was a faroff, CHEEKY sound of
busy machines. Through the open win
dow he could see his fields swarming
with men and teams. The food wagon
and eating tent stood hack by the well.
tie important cook busting over fire.
His room was cool and fresh Flowers
stood npon his little homemade table
With he Doctors medicine glass.
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