The Mobridge news. [volume] (Mobridge, Walworth Co., S.D.) 190?-1917, 1910-09-16

wanted his own clothes again, OF 10
thank YOU for yours. Search me; l
can't think of anything else" The
doctor came in just then.
"Pretty good shape" he said. How
did you sleep?'
"Oh. occasionally" I replied. Il
would Ike TO sit up, doctor"
Nonsense. Take a rest while you
have an excuse for it. J wish to thun-
der I could stay in bed for a day or
so. vas up all night"
Have a drink" Mcknight said,
pushing over the bottle.
"Tvins," The doctor grinned.
Have two drinks"
But the medical man refused.
i wouldn't even wear a champagne
coIo-ed necktie during business
hours" he explained. by the way,
I had another case from your acct
dent. Mr.. Blakeley, last yesterday aft
eruoon. Under the tongue. please"
He stuck a thermometer in my mouth.
had a sudden terrible vision OF the
amateur detective coming to light
! notebook, cheerful impertinenee and
I discriminating data. "A small man."
l demanded, gray hair
Keep your mouth closed" the dec
/ tor said peremptorily. No. A wom-
an, with a fractured skull. Beautiful
case. Van Kirk was UP to his eyes
and sent for me. HemOrrhage, right
sided paralysis, irregular pupils-all
the trimmings. Worked for two
hours"
Did she recover?" Mcknight put in.
He was examining the doctor with q
new awe.
She lifted her right arm before I
left" the doctor finished cheerily, so
the operation was a success, even if
she should die"
Good heavens" Mcknight broke
in, and 1 thought you were just an
ordinary mortal, like the resi- of US!
Let me touch you for luck. Was she
pretty?"
Yes, and young. Had a wealth Of
bronze-colored hair. Upon my soul.
| hated to cut it."
Mcknight and 1 exchanged glances.
DO you know her name, doctor?"
asked
NO. The nurses said her Clothes
came from a Pittsburg tailor"
She is not conscious, l SUPPOSE"
mo; she may be to-morrow-Cr in
a week"
He looked at the thermometer,
murmured something about liquid diet,
avoiding my eye-Mrs. Klopton was
b"roiling a chop at the time-and took
his departure, humming cheerfully as
he went downstairs. Mcknight looked
after him ~wiStfully.
"Jove, l wish I had his constisu-
tion," he exclaimed. Neither nerves
nor heart! What a chauffeur he would
make!"
But I was serious.
81 have an idea," l said grinlly,
that this small matter of the murder
your uncle will be in the deuce of a
fix if it does. If that woman is going
to die, somebody ought to be around
to take her deposition. She knows q
lot, if she didn't do it herself. / wish
you would go down to the telephone
and get the hospital. Find out her
anne. and If she is conscious"
Mcknight went under protest. Il
haven't much time," he said, looking
at his watch. sim to meet Mrs. West
and Alison at one. / want o tc
know them, Lollie. You would like
the mother"
why not the daughter?" To-
CURED. l touched the little gold baE
under the pillow.
Well" he said judicially, "yoa'vs
always declared against the immatsrt
ty and romantic nonsense Of vary
young women"
81 never said anything Of the sors,s
l retorted ~furiously.
There is more satisfaction to be
had u of a good saddle horsel'" hs
quoted me. More excitement out
of a polo pony, and as for the eternal
matrimonial chase, give me instead q
good stubble, a fox, some decent dogs
and a 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"
/ said savagely.
/ hardly know what prompted me
to take out the gold purse and look
at it. 1t was an imbecile thing to do
call it impulse, sentimentality,
what you wish. / brought it out, one
eye on the door, for Mrs. Klopton has
a ready eye and a 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 UNI
fastened, for the next instant there
was an avalanche on the snowfield of
the counterpane-some money, a wisp
of a handkerchief, a tiny booklet with
thin leaves, covered with a powdery
substance-and a necklace. I drew
myself up slowly and stared at the
necklace.
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