Okolona messenger. (Okolona, Miss.) 1900-current, 1908-06-17
LOVE and
DEATH jim Giles
Ry stuart 3. Stone.

The lake OF crimson beauty was
rnried now A great swift steamer
was cutting its way through the waves
OF glowing fire, leaving an ever-in
creasing w" Of white pillows. And
now a strange, sweet sound of music
came from the approaching vessel
Ii was character of music the fair
young doctor had not heard In his
busy life.
The music ceased and there was
dull boom as Of cannon firing, and the
steamer turned, ais though by magic.
to gondola of ol1en Venice, Balls
of yellow and green fire ascendeu
from the vessel and, exploding lit all
the heavens. Then the gondola De-
came a three-masted schooner, and
then an ocean greyhound, and t1nally
black, gun.bristling. dog of war
She was nearing the long pier and
the fair young doctor saw figure APP
preach the railing and tinkle a little
bell. The figure was that Of thelpret-
tiest kind of maid-red-brow hair
that shone like the crimson waves
and eyes that laughed at the staring
medical man.
Ting-a-ling ling! went the pretty
maids bell, and il kept up its calling
fetching ring until the doctor dug his
hands in his sand awakened.
Ting-a-ling-ling went the telephone
in the corner
The doctor crawled sulleniy out OF
| the good, warm bed. An hour ago
he had returned from the ceremonies
attendant upon the arrival Of two new
Johnsons at TIE little log house, where
too many Johnsohs lived now for COM
fort. And now remorseless duty called
again
Tinga-lng- went the telephone.
The central girl fretted.
After the doctor had set his bare
feet on a cruel steel instrument and
driven a table corner into his fourth
rib he bawled into the mouthpiece:
Hello! Who wants DR.. Raymond?"
"John Kimball is in fearful shape,
went a gruff voice at the other end.
''Has killing pain in his throat-im
afraid he's goner!"
The doctor hobbled over to chif-
fonier and began the task Of hasty rob-
ing. A photograph of very pretty
girl-the siren maid that had rung the
; changing crafts tinkle-tinkle bell
showed on the mantel in the freight,
and the doctor paused a moment be-
fore the pure, dear face before getting
into his muddy boots. Then ting-a-
ling-ling went the telephone again.
It was an excited feminine voice
now: Lawrence Dutton is awfully
sick-thinks he is about to die
stomach hurts him-please, please
hurry!"
= The doctor dropped the receiver and
groaned: "Dorothy-this will go HARD
: with her!"
The girl on the mantel smiled al
: him and he hurried over and talked
TO the photograph: It'll do my best
old girl. One is my friend and real
: real man; the other, my rivai--yopl
). beloved-and cur and a rascal. Anc
where to go first, God only knows!
The doctor muttered and creased
e his fine brow all the way down th'
e steps, to the nearby stable, and alont
e the road of muddled darkness.
& "This is no thing" he growled, 10
4 a doctor and man to solve Frien'
n and gentleman, or knave and rival
h lives in the balance-and the girl
we'll, know what she would have M
ID do"
W The doctor fretted for two NOR
x miles of chill blackness, and then
lp great signboard showed, white an
IS ghostly. In the hours of light tn
n gignboard read: 1.-TWO miles to Drii
Of coll" on one side; -Four miles t
Sweetwater" on the other.
Now the doctor halted his horse an
hesitated. He started the Driscoll wa!
then turned back for Sweetwater. F
! nalIy he plunged down the Drisco
road. and in ten minutes he stoo
= beside a ruffied bed.
= "How is he now?" asked the DO
y tor gravely.
m II think I'm all right now" pure
nd an effeminate voice--the voice OF u
lily siren maids yeloved. Il fear ] a
ate one too many olives for supper, and
he had really excruciating pains in n
I'd stomach. can't bear pain, you know
of The doctor muttered his DISCUS
Ii sI've got to get away from this kinde
e. garten. There's man really So
three miles over yonder." And y
doctor put emphasis on the mai
Ia and the "sick."
he AS he grasped at his little bla'
a grip the telephone rang -ting-arlin
ling! The bustling maid hurried to 9
instrument and talked staccato: TX
ne oh, myl" kind Of talk for mi
ute Then she turned to the listenil
room:
- John Kimball died q minute a
He hadn't been sick an hour"
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