The Washington herald., 1907-01-26

come-she always did when her boys were
hurt, even IL they did Il careIessly, them
selves-but she did not know how big his
head was. or she would not try to lift IL
oh, he was at the old spring drinking
drinking.
He must not have too much at once
the poor boy!'-a warm rain fell upon his
face-the cup vanished-his groping
trembling hands could not find it-how
could ~ have too much when he was
burning,-that wasn't fair, Davie, when
his head was so big and he couldn't run.
The brute, The perfect brute; go off
and leave him Ike this, never even get
him water
Was that father?-no Tige had not
hurt limit was the fre-and needless
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. IL must be the cool,
damp moss above the spring, Il was heav-
enly,-if IL was not for the dreadful some
thing that hurt So about Lizzie-Liz-zie
Bradley-La cOuld-Lizzie Brad
ley-Lamson-Liz
Il don't know as any Of US can say
much for ourselves. Let such a sick
man lie here alone for days-never come
near him, so busy hustling for the dol
lars-but all the same Lamson's a brute
with less feeling than a hog, Ana he
thought that Lizzie s-faugh"'
Lizzie-Lizzle Bradley Lamson-Liz.
Don't say that Joe Harris,-can't you
understand, hanson "'-LizZie-Brad-
ley-Lamson--
"Oh, never mind. mother; he's too light
headed yet. bur the fever is cooling and
the d0ctOrH be here soon. Look out
yonder; Ben's got a crowd. all right Joe's
grainll be In the stack IN short order. and
IL ISM hurt yet, not an atom. In spite OF
LamsOn's know-it-all verdict"
Lizzie Bradley-Lam was hurt
did Lizzie Bradley-La he
wouldn't, wouldn't put out his tongue
it was too stiff-and big. ike his head
and ne wouldn't have a spoon in his
Here, young man, you take this,
swallow lido YOU hear?" Some one
shook him slightly. with the order. and
he swallowed, and grinned. and said il
was Dlyy'S cough dTOps-and II was Liz
zie Bradley-Lamsou who-who made the
lre-was that little Sis who cried out
sharply and sObbed? Davy mustn't hurt
little Sis-he. Joe, vas all right only Liz
zie.
"Oh, shut ~" the gruff one command
cd. I'm the doctor and I say for you 10
drop it and go 10 sleep"
There was mother again, with the gourd
from the spring, and he drank and drank
TIL they took it away-and then ne slid
down and down. and out where there was
only cool. quiet darkness.
1t was late Of the next day, the sun was
sending its last level rays across the door.
when Joe Harris came TO himself and
looked about with a calm and growing
consciousness.
There was a far-of, CHEEKY sound Of
busy machines. Through the open window
he could see his fields swarming with men
and teams. The food wagon and eating
tent stood back by the well, the important
cook busting Overa fire. His room was
cool and fresh. Flowers stood upon his
little homemade table, with the doctors
medicine glass
Bit by bit he studied it out. and as he
recognized Mr.. Bradley and the boys and
ether neighbOrs and Mrs Bradley herself
putting his fTeShly-was shed shirts upon the
line his eyes filled and he murmured
faint, God bless themr'
At the sound there was q stir by the
head Of the bed and a girl with anxious
eyes leaned over him and touched his
forehead with a shy, little hand.
He looked at her a moment Then ne
muttered feebly, questioningly: Lizzie
Bradley-Lamson? p"
With n rush of tender tears she laid her
warm, pink cheek against his, murmuring.
NO. Joe, dear. no, Lizzie Bradley-IIar-
risr'
Copyright 1907. hy P C Eastmeutl