The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1907-04-05
bnEnlns. burnIng nlother--I &c 80.

bllrflns. burning mother Lizzie Brad,
Z ley-Lamson.
''0h. you poor. poor boyf Bring soma
water qulei."
Did some one speak, or was again
the little, foolish smile cracked the
parched lips. he had known mother
would come she always did when her
boys were hurt, even IL they did ii
earelessiy themselves but she did not
know how big his head was or she
would not t..y TO lift It. Oh, he was at
the old spring drinking drinking!
HE must not have too much at once.
the poor boyp A warm rain fell upon
his face; the cup vanished: his cropping.
trembling hands could not find it, How
could he have too much when he was
burning7 That wasn't fair. Davie.
when his head was SO big that he
couldn't run.
THE brute-the perfect brute. to go
off and leave him like this! Never
even get him water.'
Was that father? No; Tiga had not
hurt him. II, was the FIRE and heed
less Joe where was the spri,g-and-
the cup. There! Mother was bathing
his burning head and face ana neck.
his hands and arms. He smiled ut 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 cool, damp moss
above the spring! 1t was heavenly!
If It was not for the dreadful some
thing that hurt SO about Llzzie-Llz-
zie Bradley-Lamson--he could-Llzzie
Bradley. alnson--L
j don't know that any Of US can'say
much FOR ourselves. let such sick
man lie here alone for days-never
come near him, so busy hustll1g for
the dollars but all the same, Lamson's
a brute, with less feeling than hog!
And the thought that Lizzie'd-faughy,
Lizzie Lizzie Bradley Lamson-Liz
Don't say that, Joe Harris! Can't
you understand? T.amson lled!' Liz.
2ie- Bradley Lamson-
"0h, never mind, mother. He's too
light headed yet. But the fever Is cool
ms. and tho doctor'lI be here soon.
Look ont yonder. Ben's got a crowd.
all right! Joe's grain II be In the stack
in short order, and 1t isn't hurt. yet.
not an atom, In spite of Lamson's
krow it all verdict"
Lizzie Rradley-Lamson-h was hurt.
Did Lizzie BrHdley-Lamson = no, he
wouldn't wouldn't PIT out his tongue.
1t was too utlff aud big, like his head.
And he wouldn't have spoon in his
mouth.
Here young man, You take this!
Swallow II. Do you hear: Some one
shook bin slightly. with the order, and
he swallowed and grinned and said It
was Days cough drops, and 1t was
Lizzie Bradley Lamson who-who made
be fire Vas that little Sis who cried
ont sharply and sohbed: Davy mustn't
aart little Sin. BE, Joe, was all right.
only Lizzie
oh, shut upF' the gruff one COM
iiauded I'm the doctor, and say
fcg you 10 drop it and go to Sleep
There was mother again. with the
gourd from the spring. and he drank
and drank I'LL they took 1t away. and
then he slid down and down and out
where there was only cool, quiet
blaDkness.
1t was late the next day. The sun
was sending its level rays across the
door when Joe Harris came to himself
and looked about with calm and
growing consciousness.
There was farOff. CHEEKY sound OF
busy machines. Through the open win.
dow he could see his fields swarlning
with men and teams. The food wagon
and eating tent stood back by the well.
the important cook bustling 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 1t out. and as
he recognized Mr.. Bradley and the
boys and other nelghbors and Mrs.
Bradley herself putting his freshly
washed shirts upon the line his eyes
filed. and he murmured faint God
bless tiemw
At the sound there was a stir by the
head of the bed, and a girl with aux.
ious eyes leaned over him and touched
bis forehead with shy little hand.
He looked at her a moment: then he
muttered feebly, questiontngiy. Lizzie
Bradley T.amson?'
with.P rush Of tender tears she laid
her warm pink cheek against his, muir
muring: no, Joe dear: no! Lizzie
Bradley Harris"'