The aegis & intelligencer. [volume] (Bel Air, Md.) 1864-1923, 1907-05-17

the poor boy" \ 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 so big that he
couldn't run.
"The brute-the perfect brute, to go
off and leave him like this! Never
even get him waterr'
Was that father? No; Tige had not
hurt him. 1t was the fire-and heed
less JOe-where was the spring
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 Il was not for the dreadful some
thing that hurt SO about Llzzie-LiZ-
zie Bradley Lamson--he could-LiZzie
Bradley Lamson-Liz.
Il don't know that any of us can say
much for ourselves. Let such a sick
man lie here alone for days-never
come near him, SO busy hustllng for
the dollars-but all the same, Lamson's
brute, with less feeling than q hog!
And the thought that Lizzie'd-faughv'
LiZzle-LiZZie -Lamson-Liz.
Don't say that, Joe Harris! Can't
you understand? Lamson Hedw Liz
-Bradley-Lamson-
"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 a crowd,
all right! Joe's grain IL be in the stack
in short order, and 1t isn't hurt yet,
not an atom, in spite of Lamson's
know it all verdictv'
Lizzie Bradley-Lamson-h was hurt.
Did Lizzie Bradley-Lamson i no, he
wouldn't-wouldn' put out his tongue.
1t was too stiff and big, like his head.
And he wouldn't have q spoon In his
mouth.
"Here, young man, you take thlsl
Swallow it. Do you hear? Some one
shook him slightly, with the order, and
he swallowed and grinned and said it
was Dayy's cough drops, and it was
Lizzie Bradley-Lamson 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. Pm the doctor, and 1 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 it away, and
then he slid down and down and out
where there was only q cool, quiet
Darkness
1t was late the next day. The sun
was sending it's level rays across the
door when Joe Harris came to himself
and looked about with n calm and
growing consciousness.
There was Il 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 a 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
filed, and he murmured faint God
bless Them
At the sound there was stir by the
head of the bed, and a girl with anx-
ious eyes leaned over him and touched
his forehead with shy little hand.
He looked at her a moment; then he
muttered feebly, questioningly, "Lizzie
Bradley-LamsonT
With a rush of tender tears she laid
her warm pink cheek against his, MUIR
muring: NO, Joe, dear; no! Lizzie
Bradley Harris"