The citizen. (Honesdale, Pa.) 1908-1914, 1910-11-23

keeping warm in the range oven. Tar
pantry door hid from sight y it,.
collection of the usual ThantsEi.
viands, the noor shlne SputlesslN, al.
every pan and cup gieumcd Ike ...
ror from its place on the Kitchen E..
The kettle sang; the cat rurrvj o.
kissing fire warmly defied The :
frost of the blast outside. which VI 3
rising in severity. All was ps. %,
coziness and comfort when Mrs. Sr,.
erly was suddenly startled by Il NJ o..
disheveled figure finging itself ia at
the door.
Phillip" gasped John Beverly char-
ingly. his face winter than his Wise's
apron. He is hurt-crushed- under a
treer
Even as her shriex of wild dismsy
rang out huge automobile came chu T.
chuffing up to the gate. and "a stranger
sprang out.
Quick, come and help me resCue nv
boy" cried out John Beverly, runninr
toward him wildly. He was cuttin'
down tree an it fell on him. an
couldn't lift itr'
"Oh, hurry painted Philips mother.
"He may be dead-dyin already"
The stranger spoke a swift word or
two to the heavily veiled woman in
the big red car and helped her out.
then lifted to the ground the boy aud
girl on the back seat. Then he almost
flung the old man into the seat, sprang
In and at q touch sent the huge ma
chine gliding over the smooth white
roadway.
1t seemed incredible to John Beverly.
who had walked the weary mile many
4 time, that they could h:pe negotiat-
Cd 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 Mt
work freeing the unconscious boy.
Tho stranger made a rapid examina-
tioa Of tho latter's injuries, which con-
nrsod the grave fears he had enter
tataed 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
motorcSr. Together they placed the
injured boy as comfortably as possible
within it. The stranger did what he
could TO stop the bleeding and mako
! the patient easy, pulling out a black
medical case from beneath the seat.
You're a doctor?" queried John
Beverly, eying him curiously. The
man only nodded, being engrossed in
his work. When it was finished he
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 a dream, a kind
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. Houses
and hills and trees few by, enveloped
| 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 to
wait in the room outside.
1t was nearly an hour after they had
taken him into the operating room
that the father heard the glad news
from the head surgeon:
Your son is doing nicely. He has a
strong constitution and ought to be
out Of here in week or two
Then, with a smile and a nod to-
ward the stranger who had brought
Philip. the surgeon added:
"A great deal is due to DIR. 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 here
30 promptly. spelled success in very
/ serious case"
"Dr.-Everettr' gasped John Rev-
erly, blanching. as the familiar lines
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