The Black Hills union and western stock review. [volume] (Rapid City, S.D.) 1904-19??, 1909-10-01

The last doctor usually gets credit |
for the cure, you know"
oh, l know all about that Don't |
you want to freshen up? Should you !
mind coming right to my room? Mari !
on is in hers" explained Dicksie, and
am never sure OF Cousin Lances-
he has SO many boots"
When she had disposed of McCloud |
she few to the kitchen Puss was
starting after chicken. Take a
lantern, Puss." whispered Dicksie, We
hemently.
NO, indeed; dis niger don need
no lantern TO chickens, Miss Dicksie"
But get good one, Puss, and make
haste, do! Mr. McCloud must be
starved! Where is the baking pow
der? I'll get the biscuits started"
Puss turned tiercely. Now look-a
heah, 20 can't make biscuits! Yo'I
jes' go Sc down wifi dat young
gen'm'n. Jes' femme lone, eff yo'
please! Dis amt de frs time l
killed chickens, Miss Dicksie, an
made biscuits. Jes clair out an Sc
down! Place FIR young ladies is in de
parlor! or Puss can cook supper
f'r one man yet-ef she has TOT"
"Oh, yes, Puss, certainly, l know, of
course; only, get nice chicken" and
with the parting admoniton Dicksie,
smoothing her hair wildly, fastened
back to the living room.
But the harm was done. Puss, more
hor &c,
head when she got to the chicken-yard,
and with sufficiently bad results. When
Dicksie ran out few moments after
ward for a glass of water for Nc
Cloud, Puss was calmly wiping her
hands, and in the sink lay the CULVER
ing form of young Caesar. nicksie
caught her favorite up by the legs and
suppressed cry. There could be no
mistake She cast burning look on
Puss. 1t would do no good to storm
now. Dicksie only wrung her hands
and returned to McCloud.
He rose in the happiest mood. He
could not see what a torment Dicksie
was in. and took the water without
asking himself why it trembled in her
worry him, for he felt that his fight at
the river Was won, and the prospect
OF fried chicken composed him. Even
the long hour before Puss, calm and
inviting in white cap and apron, ap-
peared to announce supper, passed
like dream. When Dicksie rose to
lead the way to the dining room, Nc
on oir 10 s~l
about her eyes intoxicated him. Not
till half the fried chicken. with many
compliments from McCloud, had disap-
peared, and the plate had gone out for
the second dozen biscuits did he notice
Dicksie's abstraction
I'm sure you need worry no longer
about the water" he observed, reas
suringly. Il think the worst of the
! danger is past"
| Dicksie looked at the tablecloth
with wide-open eyes. Il feel sure that
it is. l am no longer worrying about
that"
ITS nothing l can do or leave un-
done, is it," asked McCloud, laughing
a little as he implied in his tone that
she must be worrying about some
thing.
Dcksie made a gesture of alarm.
"Oh, no, no; nothing!"
ITS a pretty good plan not to
worry about anything"
do you think 500"
"Why, we all thought so last night.
Heavens" McCloud drew back in his
chair. 81 never offered you a piece of
chicken! What have l been think.
ing off"
"Oh, I wouldn't eat it anyway"
cried Dicksie.
You wouldn't? 1t IS delicious. Do
have plate and wing at least"
Really, could not bear to think OF
it," she said, pathetically
He spoke lower. Something is
troubling you. l have no right to a
biscuit
Her eyes fell to the floor. at is
nothing. Pray, don't mind me. May
l fill your cup?" she asked, looking
up. Il am afraid l worry too much
over what has happened and can't be
helped Do you never do that?"
| McCloud, laughing wretchedly, tore
Caesars last leg from his body. mo
indeed. l never worry over what can't
he helped"
They left the dining room. Marion
came down. But they had hardly
seated themselves before the living
room fire when messenger arrived
with word that McCloud was wanted
\ at the river. His chagrin at being
dragged away was so apparent that
Marion and Dicksie sympathized with
him and laughed at him. "I never
worry about what can't be helped
Dicksie murmured.
He looked at Marion. That's a sho
at me. You don't want to go down
do you?" he asked. ironically, looking
from one to the other
why, of course, I'll go down." re
sponded Dicksie. promptly. Marion
caught cold last night, guess, SO vol
will excuse her, l know. l will be bacl
} in an hour, Marion, and you can toas
your cold while I'm gone"
} But you mustn't go alone." pro
tested McCloud.
| Dicksie lifted her chin the least bit
81 shall be going with you, shall not
And if the messenger has gone bacl
l shall have to guide you. You neve
could find your way alone"
But l can CO." interposed Marion
} rising.
mot at all; you can not go!" an
nounced Dicksie. Il can protect boil
Mr.. McCloud and myself. If he SHOULD
| arrive dnwn thara 11ndar tho u,po n