The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-07-08

of the little Magdeburg Hotel. Two men turned toward him. One of them his arm in a sling-a great plaster patch on his forenead and dried blood caking his face,-hurried forward. Caleb looked twice before he recog- nized Jack Hawarden. e
 Thank Haven you're here" ex- claimed the lad. She-''
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 A'Yes, yesi In there" pointing to a closed door. Wait! as Caleb reached the-door at bound. 'Dr. Bond is be through in a minute. Then I'll take you in. MT. Conover. this is the Reverend Mir. Grant. He has been very, very kind. He helped us lift the wreck from her. and-''
 'Is she going to get well?" demand ed Caleb, wheeling about on the clergy man.
 "All is being done that mortal skill can do'' answered MT. Grant with gen. tie evasion, '"The local physician" Here. Hawarden. Sit down there an telegraph to Dr. Hawes am pr. Clay at Granite. Tell lem to come here in a rush an bring along the best nurses they can find Telegraph my office in my name to give 'em a Special an to clear the tracks for 'em- Telegraph to Moo York, too. for the best specialists they've got. An"
 I'm afraid. sir'' interposed the clergyman, "there is no use in sending to New York. No doctor there could reach Magdeburg-in time.''
 You dos I sayi" Caleb ordered the lad. Then turning f1ercely on MT. Grant he demanded:
 What d'you mean by sayin' he won't get here on time? She's goin' to get well. if a. couple of million dol lars worth of medical 'tention can cure her. If not"
 
 speaking tenderly as a father. i've must bear Gods will. For such as she there is no fear. She has the white soul of a child She will go out of this lesser life of ours borne on the strong arm of Christ. She"
 ''No fear for herr" yelled Conover. catching but a single phase in the others attempt at comfort, "Who the hell is fearin' for her? That giffs fit to look on Gods own face an live. It's for me that Pm afraid. For me that I'm afraid. For me that shed leave to live on without her through all the damned drearineSs of the years. What'd there be for me to know she was ir heaven? q want her. want her here. With me. An she'd rather be with me. I know she would. I'd make her happier'n all the angels that ever@'
 You don't mean to blaspheme," said the clergyman. You are not yourself.
 
 Can't you be as brave as she is,-for her sake? She is learning that Death is no longer terrible when one is close enough to see the kind eyes behind the is for you. But God will help you if only you will carry your grief to Him. When man can endure no more He sends Peace. If"
 The door Of the inner room opened and a bearded man emerged. He paus- cd in, he at fe1f ,f Ho1 1n1 The Fighter thrust him bodily aside without ceremony; entered the room the doctor had just quilted and closed the doof behind him.
 The light burned low. In the centre of the big white bed,-a pathetically full hair flowed loose over the pillow. The little face, white, pain-drawn, yet smiling joyous welcome from it's great eyes, turned eagerly toward her lover. lips gray she stretched forth her arms to him.
 An inarticulate, sobbing cry that rent his whole bod burst from the Fighter. The dear arms closed above his heaving shoulders and his head Through the hell of his agony stole for the moment that old, >weirdly sweet sense of being at last safe from all the noise and battle of the world;-at 
 a frightened child, the stricken girl soothed and comforted him; whisper ing secret 1ove-words of their own; lulling to rest the horror that was con- suming him..
 And after time the shock passed, bringing the mans inborn optimism back with a rush. This girl who spoke so bravely, who even laughed a little in her eagerness to comfort him. she cn1I1d pn 10 at ic pill-mixer who had pulled so long a face,-he and the parson chap whose business 1t was to speed earth's part ing guests,-between them they had cooked up a fine alarm. They had scared him,-they and that fool boy who knew nothing about accident and whose own minor injuries no doubt made him think Desiree must be in curably hurt.
 Caleb had seen many men who had been injured in railroad smashups. They had writhed clumsi1y, emitting raucous screams way down in their throats:-or had lain senseless in queer-shaped heaps from the first Not yes. even cheerful.-like this worship ped little sweetheart of his. The first shock was bringing it's normal reac- tion to the Fighters brain and nerves. As ever, it was imparting to them a redoubled power to cast off depression.
 He raised his head; and, by the m light, studied Desiree's face. The brave, beautiful eyes met his with a message of deathless love. The tor tured lips were parted in a smile.
 All at once he knew he was right. She would get well. The enginery that had made his fortune would not crush out her life. The railroad that had brought him wealth was not to bring him desolation well. The forknowl- edge set his blood to tingling.
 Are you sufferin' so very much, girl?'' he asked.
 And she, reading his thoughts as she had always done, smiled again as she answered:
 Not very much dear heart. Hardly at all, now that you're here. Oh, it's good to have you with me again! I was afraid you mightn't-
 She stopped. He thought he knew why, and made answer:
 Thought I mightn't come, hey? Why. girl, if you had a smashed finger am sent for me to come clear across