The Caucasian. (Shreveport, La.) 1900-192?, 1910-11-29

pantry door hid from sight a goodly
collection of the usual thanksgiving
viands, the floor shone spotlessly, and
every pan and cup cleaned like mir
ror from it's place on the kitchen wall.
The kettle sang; the cat purred; the
kissing fire warmly defied the biting
frost of the blast outside, which was
rising in severity. All was peace.
coziness and comfort when Mrs. Bev-
erly was suddenly startled by wild.
disheveled figure finging itself in at
the door.
"Philip" gasped John Beverly chok-
ingly, his face whittier than his wife's
apron Gle is rt-crushed-under
tree!''
Even as her shrek Of wild dismay
rang out huge automobile came chuff-
chuh1ng up to the gate, and a stranger
sprang out.
"Quick, come and help me rescue my
boyr' cried out John Beverly, running
toward him wildly. "He was cuttin'
down tree an it fell on him, an l
couldn't lift it!'
"Oh, hurryw painted Philips mother.
''He may be dead-dyin'-
The stranger spoke a swift word or
two to the heavily yelled woman in
the big red car and helped her out.
then lifted to the ground the boy and
girl on the back seat. Then he almost
in and at touch sent the huge ma
chine gliding over the smooth white
roadway.
It seemed incredible to John Beverly,
who had walked the weary mile many
a time, that they could have negotiat-
ed it in such short space Of time, but
| almost before he was through giving
the stranger directions they rolled into
the wood and the next instant were at
work freeing the unconscious boy.
The stranger made a rapid examina-
ton of the latter's injuries. which con-
firmed the grave fears he had enter
tanned at the first glance.
'The hospital-an immediate opera
ton! It's his only chance" was his
terse comment.
"But," his father cried, aghast at
the awful possibilities, "the nearest
hospital is twenty miles awayr'
Silently the stranger pointed to the
motorcar. Together they placed the
injured boy as comfortably as possible
within it. The stranger did what he
could to stop the bleeding and make
the patient easy, pulling out a black
medical case from beneath the seat.
You're a doctor?'' queried Johr
Beverly, eying him curiously. The
man only nodded, being engrossed in
his work. When it was finished be
snapped shut the case, threw it into
the machine, sprang in himself and
without backward glance. sent the
car spinning out into the road again.
That wild ride was dream, kline
of nightmare to Philips father, crouch
ing low in the seat and holding his
boys head in his lap, not knowing
whether to hope or to fear. House:
and hills and trees few by, enVelope6
in kind of haze. The walls of the
hospital rose before them-near-near
er-they were there. And they carried
Philip away and told his father tt
wait in the room outside.
It was nearly an hour after they haG
taken him into the operating room
that the father heard the glad new:
from the head surgeon:
your son is doing nicely. He has {
strong constitution and ought to b.
out of here in week or two"
Then, with smile and nod to
ward the stranger who had brough
Philip, the surgeon added:
"a great deal is due to DR.. Everett
here A bit of bungling at the star
might have meant death to your son
but his wise handling Of the case
and especially his getting the boy her
so promptly, spelled success in yer!
serious case"
ssDr.-Everett!'' gasped John Bev
erly, blanching, as the familiar line