The bee., 1908-06-18
LOVE AND
DEATH INGLES
BY stuart .. stone.


RULED now. A great, swift steamer
was cutting It's 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
Il was a 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, as though by magic,
to a gondola OF olden Venice. Balls
of yellow and green fire assembled
from the vessel and, exploding, lit all
the heavens. Then the gondola be-
came a three-masted schooner, and
then an ocean greyhound, and finally
a black, gun-bristling dog Of war.
She was nearing the long pier and
the fair young doctor saw a figure APP
proach the railing and tinkle little
bell The figure was that of the pref
test kind of a maid-red-brown 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 II kept up its calling.
fetching ring until the doctor dug his
hands in his eyes--and awakened.
Ting-a-ling-lingl went the telephone
in the corner.
The doctor crawled sullenly out Of
the good, warm bed An hour ago
he had returned from the ceremonies
attendant upon the arrival Of two new
Johnsons at the little log house, where
too many Johnsons lived now for com
fort And now remorseless duty called
again. t4t
Ting-a-ling-lingl 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:
"Helloi Who wants DIR. 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 a goner!"
The doctor hobbled over 20 a chif-
fonier and began the task of hasty rob
ing A photograph Of a very pretty
yirl-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.
II was an excited feminine voice
now: Lawrence Dutton is awfully
slck-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 herl"
The girl on the mantel smiled at
him and he hurried over and talked
TO the photograph: 'Ill do my best
old girl One Is my friend and q real
real man; the other, my rival-your
beloved-and cur and a rascal. And
where 70 go first, God only knowsl%
The doctor muttered and creased
his fine brow all the way down the
steps, to the nearby stable. and along
the road OF muddled darkness. .s,
This is no thing" he growled, i'for
doctor and a man to solve. Friend
and gentleman. or knave and rival
lives in the balance-and the girlr--
wen, / know what she would have me
do"
The doctor fretted for two more
miles of chill blackness, and then a
great signboard showed, white and
ghostly. In the hours of light the
signboard read; 1.-TWO miles to Dris.
coll" on one side; -Four miles TO
Sweetwater" on the other.
Now the doctor halted his horse and
hesitated He started the Driscol way,
then turned back for Sweetwater. FL
nally he plunged down the Driscon
road and in ten minutes he stood
beside a ruined bed.
How is he now" asked the doc
tor, gravely.
81 think I'm all right now" purred
an effeminate voice-the voice Of the
siren maids veloved. Il fear ] ate
one too many olives for supper, and
had really excruciating pains In my
stomach. | can't bear pain, you know
The doctor muttered his disgust:
1--WE got to get away from this kinder
garten. There's a man really sick
three miles over yonder." And the
doctor put emphasis on the man
and the sick"
AS he grasped al his little blacl
grip the telephone rang-ting-a-hng
lingl The busting maid hurried to thu
instrument and talked staccato: "Ye'
oh, my" kind of talk for min
ute. Then she turned TO the listening
room:
John Kimbal died a minute ago
He hadn't been sick an hour"
When Painting 10 a Felnt.
Painting, which aneiently was know
as swooning, is a term that seems 4
have come to us through the Frenol