Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1910-06-02

away to the barn. while his wife put
Gladys in the big chair back OF the
stove and set the old granite coffeepot
on TO boil.
At home Mrs. Sanders and Mabel
watched and waited anxiously. Mr..
Sanders moaned and tossed in a fever
ish delirium. The towel which they
had twisted tightly around his leg had
failed to stop the bleeding entirely,
and the faces of the silent watchers
grew white with fear as they saw the
blood slowly oozinG from the frightened
bandages.
The patient grew weaker and more
delirious as the hours passed. Mrs.
Sanders ran to the window every min
ute or so to peer out into the darkness.
"He ought to be comingw she cried
Historically. "Oh, what If anything
has happened to GladysY
Mabel tried TO comfort her, but with
little success. At last they heard the
jingle of sleighbells, and almost be-
fore they had time to look the big
doctor himself was at the door.
Il wonder If you can put my team
In" he said to Mabel as he threw off
his coat and stepped over to where the
injured man lay.
Mabel ran to put away the bronchos
and then came back and stood holding
her mothers hands while the doctor
worked. Somehow his masterful pres
ence was reassuring, and they breathed
freer in the confidence that their re-
spect for his skill inspired.
There" he said at last straighten-
ing up. Hell be all right now as
soon as the fever goes down. Well
have him on his feet again in a week.
IL wasn't a moment too soon, though"
he added. Il want to tell you Mrs.
Sanders, that you have daughter
TO be proud Of. She saved her
fathers life tonight" And he pro-
ceeded to tell the story Of as much
of that lonely night ride as he knew.
When Gladys came down to break
fast the next morning an unwonted
pallor on her checks was the only viSi-
BILE effect of her hard night ride. She
stopped tr surpEise as sho entered the
dining room door. A tall, handsome
youth, with the self assured smile OF
one who has supreme confidence in his
own ability to do and say the right
thing at the right time, came forward
with a low bow.
Harold Du Valw cried Gladys.
"What are you doing out here?'
Harold held out his hand with
smile 81 might ask you the same
question, only | happen to know al
ready" he replied. You're brave
girl. Gladys"
You haven't answered my question
yet" persisted Gladys. the color
heightening in her cheeks.
"Oh, that's easy Didn't you know
Mr.. Gray was my uncle? I've been
sick. and the folks sent me out her to
recuperate."
The announcement OF breakfast cut
short further conversation. After the
meal was finished Harold insisted on
hitchlng up and taking Gladys home.
81 thought you were sick" she said.
81 can ride Mollie just as well as not"
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who used TO work most Of my prob
lens for me ride eight miles on horse
back" he replied as he put on his
overcoat and started for the barn.
"What have you been doing since
you left high SCHOOL," asked Gladys
when they were on their way.
Harold WINGED little atsthe tone Of
her question. "Oh, nothing much"
he answered. Father wants me TO
go to college, but don't like to study
well enough"
What are you going to do?" Gladys
went on. You surely don't mean to
go on doing nothing all your life"
why not?" inquired Harold as he
tilted his hat little to one side. "rm
having pretty good time as 1t IS"
us that all the ambition you have
just to have good time?" A dis
appointed surprise shone In Gladys
honest brown eyes.
"Oh, come now" Harold answered
lightly. This Is getting too serious.
Let's talk about something else-your-
self. for instance"
"There isn't anything to say on that
subject, only-oh. wonder how dad
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