The Julesburg grit-advocate., 1910-12-22

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east think Of anything elsa Ths
1os&oR came in Just then.
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weld like to sit up. Doctor"
have IN excuse for 1t. I wish to thun-
Ase ! could stay in bed for . day o.
%. vas up all night"
Have q drink" Mcknight said,
pushiaS over the bottle.
-TWins!" The doctor grinneA.
"Have two drinks"
But the medical mar refused.
Il wouldn't even wear . champagne
colore1 necktie during business
hours." he explained. by the way.
I had another case from your scci.
dent. Mr.. Blakeley. last yesterday AFT
ernooa. Under the tongue. please"
He stuck thermometer in my mouth.
had a sudden terrible vision Of the
amateur detective coming to light.
notebook. cheerful impertinence and
discriminating data. "A small mani"
! demanded. gray hair"
Keep your mouth closed" the doc
tor said peremptorily. "No. A wom-
an, with fractured skull. Beautiful
| case. Van Kirk was up to his eyes
and sent for me. Hemorrhage. right
sided paralysis. irregular pupils-all
hours"
Did she recoverf" Mcknight put in.
He was examining the doctor with .
new ave.
"she lifted her right arm before !
left" the doctor finished cheerily. so
the operation was . success. even II
she should die"
Good heavens" Mcknight broke
In, and thought you we're Just an
ordinary mortal, like the rest Of us!
Let me touch you for luck. Was she
pretty!"
Yes. and young. Had . wealth of
bronse-colored hair. Upon my soul.
l hated to cut it."
| Mcknight and I exchanged glances.
DO you know her name, doctor?' |
asked
mo. The nurses said her clothes
came from Pittsburg tailor"
"She is not conscious, suppose?
mo: she may be to-morrow-or in
a week."
He looked at the thermometer.
murmured something about liquid diet,
avoiding my eye-Mrs. Klopton was
broiling a chop at the time-and took
his departure, humming cheerfully as
he went downstairs. Mcknight looked
after him wistfully.
"Jove, l wish l had his consttu-
tion," he exclaimed. Neither nerves
nor heart! What chauffeur he would
make!"
But was serious
81 have an idea," said grimly.
that this small matter of the murder
is going to come up again. and that
your uncle will be in the deuce of a
fix if it does. II that woman is going
to die, somebody ought to be around
to take her deposition. She knows
lot, If she didn't do 1t herself. l wish
you would 20 down to the telephone
and get the hospital Find out her
name. and II she is conscious"
Mcknight went under protest. Il
haven't much time" he said, looking
at his watch. I'm to meet Mrs. West
and Alison at one. want you to
know them. Lollie. You would like
the mother"
Why not T. lughter?" l in
qured. l toucl 80 little gold bag
under the pillow.
WELL" he said judicially, you've
always declared against the immature
ty and romantic nonsense of very
young women"
'I never said anything of the sort"
retorted furiously
There is more satisfaction to be
had out Of a good saddle horse!'" he
quoted me. more excitement out
of a polo pony, and as for the eternal
matrimonial chase, give me instead .
good stubble. fox. some decent dogs
and hunter, and I'll show you the
real joys of the chase!'"
For heavens sake, go down to the
telephone, you make my head ache"
I said savagely.
hardly know what prompted me
to take out the gold purse and look
at it. It was an imbecile thing to do
call 1t impulse, sentimentality
what you wish. brought 1t out. one
eye on the door, for Mrs. Klopton has
a ready eye and noiseless shoe. But
the house was quiet Downstairs NC
knight was flirting with the telephone
central and there was an odor OF
boneset tea in the air. think Mrs.
Klopton was fascinated out of her
theories by the "boneset" in connec-
tion with the fractured arm.
Anyhow. I held up the bag and look
ed at it. 1t must have been un-