Montgomery County sentinel. [volume] (Rockville, Md.) 1855-1974, 1907-04-26

burning, burning mother-Lizzle Brad
y-Lamson.
"Oh. you poor, poor boy! Bring some
water, qulck!"
Did some one speak, or was it-again
the little, foolish smile cracked the
parched lips. He had known mother
would come-she always did when her
boys were hurt, even II they did 1t
carelessly themselves but she did not
know how big his head was or she
would not try to lift 1t. 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 CROPPING.
trembling hands could not find It, How
could he have too much when he was
burning? That wasn't fair. Davie,
when his head was 80 big that he
couldn't run.
1.-THE brute-the perfect brute, to go
Off and leave him like thisi Never
even get him waterw
Was that father No; rlge had not
hurt h1m. 1t was the Are and heed
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the cup. There Mother was bafning
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 1t must be the cool, damp moss
above the spring! 1t was heavenly
If 1t was not for the dreadful some
thing that hurt so about Llzzie--Liz-
zIe Bradley Lamson- could-IIl2zle
Bradley Lamson-Liz
II don't know that any of us can say
much for ourselves. Let such u sick
man lie here alone for days-never
come near him, 80 busy hustllng for
the dollars-but all the same, Lamson's
a brute, with less feeling than a hogl
And the thought that Lizzie'd -faughw
Llzzie--Llzzle Bradley Lamson-Liz
Don't say that, Joe Harrisl Can't
you understand? Lamson lledW Liz
zie-B radley-Lamson-
"Oh, never mind, mother. He's too
light headed yet But the fever il cool
Ing, and the doctorll be here soon.
Look out yonder Bens got 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
know It all verdictp
Lizzie Bradley Lamson-h was hurt
Did Lizzie Bradley Lamson - no, he
wouldn't put out his tongue.
1t was too stiff and big, like his head.
And he wouldn't have spoon In his
mouth.
Here, young man, you take thlsl
Swallow 1t. Do you hear? Some one
shook him slightly, with the order. and
he swallowed and grlnned and said 1t
was Davy's cough drops, and 1t was
Lizzie Bradley Lamson who-who made
the fire Was that little Sls who cried
out sharply and sobbed2 Davy mustn't
hurt little Sis. He, Joe, was all right,
only Lizzie.
"Oh, shut up!' the gruff one COM
handed. Ppm the doctor, and | 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 IL away, and
then he slid down and down and out
where there was only cool, quiet
blankness
1t was late the next day. The sun
wns sending Its level rays across tho
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 swarming
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 It out. and as
he recognized Mr.. Bradley and the
boys and other neighbors and Mrs.
Bradley herself putting his freshly
washed shirts upon the line his eyes
filled. and he murmured faint GOD
bless them"
At the sound there was stir by the
head Of the bed, and girl with anx-
ious eyes leaned over him and touched
his forehead with n shy little hand.
He looked at her moment; then he
muttered feebly, questlonlngly, "Lizzie
Bradley LamsonT
with rush of tender tears she laid
her warm pink cheek against his, muir
murIng: mo, Joe, dear; mol Lizzie
Bradley Harris"