Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1908-02-06

UCs NOht w .&@sSt N.N~-sN -~ -
will not think any more OF staying DO
hind. I could not bear that. trust
YOU TO 20. You will. won't your"
"Yes, I will 20. ! will do anything
you say. And / want you to believe
that every thing will be all right. They
would not dare to kill him now. know
ing that we are after them. II we are
not back tonight. you will not worry.
will you! They had SO much the start
OF u.s."
81 will try not to worry"
well, goodbye. Be q good girl
won't your"
81 will try" she answered. YEARLY
with n last look into the brave
sweet face. and smothering q mad. un
cowman.llke desire to stay and com
fort this dear little woman while 9th
ers rode away In stirring quest. Lang
ford strobe from the sick'room into
the kitchen.
Don't let her be alone any more
than you can help. Mother White" nc
said. brusquely. and don't worry hei
about going to bed"
Have q bite afore you start. Mr.
Langford. do" urged the good woman
Hospitality. You're that worn ou'
you're white around the gills. Ill BET
you havnt had AIRY bite o. breakfast.
Il had forgotten-but you are right
No. thank you. I'll not stop for any
thing now. I'll hav@to ride like king
dom come. I'm late. Be good to her
Mother White" this last over his
shoulder as he sprang to his mount
from the kitchen stoop.
The long day wore along. Mother
White was baking. The men would
be ravenous when they came back
Many would stop there for something
to eat before going on to their homes
II might be tonight. II might be to
morrow. 1t might not be until the day
after, but whenever the time did come
knowing the men OF the range coun
try, she must have something by
her."
At last came the doctor and Gordon
driving up in the doctors top-buggy
weather.stained. mud-bedaubed with
the mud OF last spring. Of many
springs. The doctor was a badly
dressed, pleasant-eyed man. past mid
die age. with q fringe OF gray whisk
ers. He was a sort Of tourneyman
doctor, and he had drifted hither one
day two summers ago from the Lake
Andes country In this self.same trav
el.worn conveyance with It's same
bony sorrel He had found good
picking, he had often jovially remark
ed since. chewing serenely away or
brand OF vile plug the while. He
had elected to remain. He was par'
and parcel of the cattle country now
He was an established condition. PEG
pie had learned to accept him as hs
Was and be grateful. Haste was Q
mental and physical impossibility &c
him. He took his own time. All must
per1Orce acquteSce.
You have worked yourself into q
high fever, Miss Williston. that's what
you've DONE" he said. with profession
al mournfulness.
81 know IT," she smiled wanly. q
couldn't help It. I'm sorry"
Gordon drew up chair and sai
down by her. saying with grave kind
ness, you are fretting. We must moi
let you. / am going to stay with you
all night and shoe the COLLINS away
"You are kind" said Mary. grateful
ly. May l tell you when they come!
II some one speaks to me they &c
away"
Indeed you may, dear child" he
exclaimed. heartily. He had been hall
Joking when he spoke Of keeping
things away. He now perceived that
these things were more serious than
he knew.
The doctor administered medicine to
reduce the fever, dressed the wounded
arm, with Gordon's ready assistance
and then called in Mother White to
prepare the bed for his patient: but
he paused nonplussed before the
weight of entreaty In Mary's eyes and
voice.
please DON'T" she cried out. In &C
tual terror. "Oh, Mr.. Gordon. don't
let him! see such awful things when
/ lie down. Please! Please! And
Mr.. Langford said l might sit up till
he came. Mr.. Gordon, you will MOI
let him put me to bed. will you?"
II think 1t would be better to let her
have her way. Lockhart," said Gordon
in a low voice.
Maybe It would. Dick" said the
doctor, with surprising meekness.
'I'll stay all night and I'll take good
care of her. Lockhart. There's Moth
er White beckoning to supper. You'll
eat before you 60? No. won't take
any supper now. thank you. mother.
will stay with Mary"
f, :. And he did stay with her all through
the long watches Of that long night
He never closed his eyes in sleep
Sometimes Mary would drop Oh into
uneasy slumber-always Of short du