The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1907-03-22

burning, burning-mother-L Lizzie Brad
ley-Lamson.
"Oh, you Soor, poor boy Bring some
water, quickw
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 IL they did II
carelessly themselves-bu she did not
know how big his head was or she
would not try to lift it. Oh, he was at
the old spring MISUNDERSTANDING!
"He m5st not have too much at once,
the poor boyv' A warm rain fell upon
his face; the cup vanished; his cropping.
trembling hands could not find 1t. 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.
1.-THE brute-the perfect brute, to go
of and leave him like this! Never
even get him waterv
Was that father? No; Tige had not
hurt him. 1t was the fire-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, 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 Lizzie-Liz-
zie Bradley Lamson-he could-Lizzie
Bradley
II 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 hustling for
the dollars-but all the same, Lamson's
brute, with less ftling than q hog!
And the thought that Lizzie'd-faugh"
Lizzie-Lizzie Bradley Lamson-Liz
Don't say that, Joe Harrisl Can't
you understand? Lamson lied!" Liz
NEUTRALITY-SUSPICIOUS.
"Oh, never mind, mother He's too
light headed yet. But the fever is cool
ing, and the doctorll be here soon.
Look out yonder. Ben's got q crowd.
all right! Joe's grain II be in the stack
in short order, and it isn't hurt yet,
not an atom, in spite of Lamson's
know it all verdictv'
Lizzie Bradley amson-he was hurt.
Did Lizzie Bradley-Lamson- no, he
wouldn't-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 this,
Swallow it. Do you hear? Some one
shook him slightly, with the order, and
he swallowed and grinned and said it
was Davy's cough drops, and it was
Lizzie BradleyLamson 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.
"Oh, shut up!' the gruff one COM
manded. I'm the doctor, and l say
for you to drop it and go to sleep"
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gourd from the spring, and he drank
and drank till they took it away, and
then he slid down and down and out
where there was only a COOL quiet
darkness.
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 a 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 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 neighbors and Mrs.
Bradley herself putting his freshly
washed shirts upon the line his eyes
filled, and he murmured a 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 shy little hand.
He looked at her moment; then he
muttered feebly, questioningly, Lizzie
Bradley-Lamson?
With rush of tender tears she laid
her warm pink cheek against his, MUIR
muring mo, Joe, dear; no! Lizzie
Bradley Harrlsv'
The Apathy of the Chorus Girl.