La Junta tribune., 1907-06-29

burning. bsr,sns- -motbef-Lixzie Brs6
,hy-Lamson.
.'Oh. you poor. poor boy! Bring some
water. quIck.-
Did some one spegt. 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 II
curclessly themselyes--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 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 IL. How
could he have too much when he was
burning? That wnsn't fair. Dnvie.
when his head was no big that he
couldn't run.
"The brute--the perfect brute. TO 20
on and leave him Ike this! Never
even get him water"
Was that father: No: Tige had not
hurt him II was the fire-and heed
less Joe-where was the spring-nnd-
the cup. Ther.. Mother was bathing
his burning head and face and 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. IL must be the cool. damp moss
I,a l.s4ay ,
II IL was not for the dreadful some
thing that hurt so about Lizzie-Llz-
zIe Bradley -Lamson-be could-LIzzie
Bradley -Lamson-Liz.
Il 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 husiling for
the dollars-but all the same. Lamsou's
u brute, with less feeling than hog!
And the thought that LiZzie'd- faught'
Lizzic-LIzzie Bradley. Lamson--Liz
Don't say that, Joe Harris. Can't
you understand: I.amson He'd" Liz
e-Bradlcy-I.amson-
"Oh. never mind. mother. Hes too
light Headed yet. But the fever Is cool.
Ing. and the doctor'll be here soon.
Look out yonder. Ben's got n crowd.
all right. Joe's grain III be In the stack
In short order, and IL Isn't hurt yet,
not an atom, In spite of Lnmson's
know II all verdict"
Lizzie Bradley -Lnmson-hr was hurt.
DID Lizzie Bradley i.amson no. he
wouldn't-wouldn' put out his tongue.
II was too sim aud big. Ike his head.
And he wouldn't have "A spoon in his
mouth.
Here. young man. you take this.
Swallow II. DO you hear! Some one
shook him slightly. with the order. and
he swallowed aud gTinnel and said il
was Davy's cough drops, and IL was
Lizzie BrndleyLamson who-who made
the fire Was that little Sis who cried
out sharply and s0bbed?. Dayy mustn't
hurt little Sis. He, Joe. was all right.
only Lizzie.
"Oh, shut up.'' the gruff one com
mnnded. I'm the doctor. and say
for you to drop it and 20 TO sleep"
There was mother again. with the
courl from the spring. aud he drank
and drank til they took 1t away. and
then he slid down and down and out
where there was only cool. quiet
blaukness.
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 II calm and
growing. consciousness.
There was faroif. CHEEKY sound of
busy machines Through the open win
dow he could see his fields swnrfnine
with men and teams. The food wagon
aud eating tent stood back by the well
His room was cool and fresh. Flowers
stood upon his little homemade table
with the doctors medicine glass.
Bit by bit he studied ii out. aud 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
filed. and he murmurci faint God
bless them"
VI the sound there was il stir by the
hesd OF the bed and girl with anx-
ious eyes leaned over him and touched
his forehead with a shy little hand.
He looked ut her moment: then he
muttered feeb,y,, qiestiouingly, Lizzie
Bradley -i.nmson:"
With rush of tender tears she laid
her warm pink cheek against his. muir
muring: NO. Joe. dear: no. Lizzie
Bradley Harris
The Apathy Of tire Chorus. Girl.