Bisbee daily review., 1909-09-11

DR.. Bruce Mcfarland shook the mer.
curry down into the bulb, and, with the
air of an old practitioner. turned to-
Joe jennings, foreman OF the Bonded
Spur gold mine. Here" commanded
the young physician. stick that TN
der your tongue. and don't bite 1t
jennings. who was thrashing about
on cot in Fallon's hotel. snatched the
thermometer and flung II sayagely
across the room. II narrowly missed
the proprietor OF that famous resort
and broke into fragments against the
upholstered wall.
You're a ijiot," was Fallon's com,
ment. III | was The Doc. I'd break
your face
With an oath, the sick man con
signed Mcfarland to eternal damna'
ton. Then, growing indignant, he
continued; q didn't send no sheriiis
posse after him Who the devil asked
him TO hang up his shingls in the
Spur, any way? Was anybody sick
here afore he Gomez No, guess mott
And now wally's down with the pip.
Carson's kids has the measles. and all
heIl's broke loose in my interior
You'd better quit the job advised
Fallon, addressing Mcfarland, who
was bending over his surgical case.
Not yet" returned the doctor. as
he uncorcek small blue bottle and
loaded a needie-pointed syringe. I'm
going to give him a hypodermic injec
ton Of morphine
Il
dangerous?" queried the Irishman.
Yes, but not in the quantity I'm
using
jennings was suffering too much to
notice the action of Mcfarland. VIVA
deity caught the miners wrist and
jabbed the needle under the bronzed
skin.
With howl of pain, Jennings struck
at the physician. who warded OF the
blow and pinned his patients arms
to the cot. III you've got sense enough
TO keep quiet for a few minutes" he
remarked calmly, you'll feel a lot bet.
ter. You're a sick man, and this non
sense will only make you worse. II
looks like typhoid he added, after q
little, releasing his hold.
Jennings became quiet and soon
passed of into a doze.
"Joe's the popularest man In the
Spur" commented Fallon, making for
the door do your best for him, Doc.
I'm goin' down to the bar to tell the
boys how he's dom"
Mcfarland sat by the window. look
ing absently over the mountains.
thinking OF his bride of six months.
left behind in Denver. Presently he
took letter from his pocket and read
1t through. The last paragraph wor-
ried him. 1t ran:
You have been gone a month now long
enough 10 know If the place is fit for me.
But I shall try to be patient and wait a
week longer. Then. II you do not come
TO me. 1 shall go TO you.
Your lonely one.
KATHARINE.
He was still intent upon his letter
when Jennings stirred The young
man went TO the cot. Conscious, but
still under the calming influence of the
drug, the miner permitted him tc
make thorough examination.
Eyes, it's typhoid" he muttered
mo more morphine The disease mus
run its course without further medica
ton"
Mcfarland had no sooner made thi.
decision than Jennings. again con
vulsed with pain. begged for anothel
hypcdernlic. When 1t was refused hin
he reached to chair close by his cot
fumbled among his clothes, and pro
duced a six-shooter.
Look here, young Teller" he threat
ened, propping himself up on one el
bow and leveling the pistol, IF yol
don't give me one of them doses quick
er than can count ten, III give you
Pill that amt in no way calculated 4
preserve your health"
Mcfarland shook his head an
laughed You can't bully me, oil
NM"
Are you goia' to give me that by
per thing?"
mo"
Mcfarland almost felt the brush @
a bullet and was deafened by pisto
shot. He was only assured that b
was not dead when he heard Jenning
mirthful comment, That's about a