The Celina Democrat. (Celina, O. [Ohio]) 1895-1921, 1911-06-09

to keep quiet for a few minutes" he
remarked calmly, you'll feel a lot bet.
ter You're a sick man, and this non
sense will only make you worse. It
looks like typhoid" he added, after a
little, releasing his hold,
Jennings became quiet and soon
passed off into a doze.
'Joe's the popularest man in the
Spur" commented Fallon, making for
the door do your best for him, Doc.
I'm goin' down to the bar to tell the
boys how he's doin'"
Mcfarland sat by the window, look
ing absently over the mountains,
thinking of his bride of six months,
left behind in Denver. Presently he
took a letter from his pocket and read
it through The last paragraph wor-
ried him. 1t ran
You have been gone a month now, long
enough To know If the place is nt for me.
But 7 shall try 90 be patient and wait
week longer Then, II you do not come
10 me, / shall go TO you.
Your lonely one,
KATHARINE.
lie was still intent upon J. letter
when Jennings stirred. The young
man went 10 the cot. Conscious, but
still under The calming influence OF the
drug, the miner permitted him TO
make a thorough examination.
Yes, it's typhoid" he muttered'
No more morphine The disease must
run its course without further medica-
ton"
Mcfarland had no sooner made this
decision than Jennings, again con-
vulsed with pain, begged for another
hypodermic When it was refused him
he reached to a chair close by his cot,
fumbled among his clothes, and pro
duced a siX-shooter.
Look here, young feller," he threat
ened, propping himself up on one el.
bow and leveling the pistol, IF you
don't give me one Of them doses quick
er than l can count ten, I'll give you a
pill that aiu't in no way calculated to
preserve your health
Mcfarland shook his head and
laughed. You can't bully me, Old
man.
Are you goin' to give me that hy-
per thing?"
NO"
Mcfarland almost felt the brush OF
a bullet and was deafened by a pistol
shot. He was only assured that he
was not dead when he heard jennings
mirthful comment, That's about as
close as l can come without hittin'.'
The smoke had mostly cleared away
when Fallon rushed into the room. He
was amazed to see Mcfarland admin
istering an injection to the belliger-
ent patient In ten minutes Jennings
was asleep again.
I've had enough Of this, Fallon,
snapped the young man, packing his
surgical case Il don't propose to prac,
tice medicine under mob rule"
Fallon sighed 81 don't blame you,
but If l calls at the shack, Doc, you'll
advise me concernin' them baths and
feedin fer him, won't your"
"Oh, I'll do whatever | can in that
line as long as l stay, but l won't an
swer for the result"
1t was in an unhappy state OF mind
that Mcfarland returned to his cab
in. Clearly there was no use in trying
to establish a practice in Bendcd Spur
He would get out as soon as he had
the storekecper's child cured Of
measles. Calculating that he Nigh
get o letter off by the stage, which left
that afternoon, he wrote a hasty note
TO his wife, saying that she might e&
pect him in Denver by the end OF the
week But this letter was not mailed.
AS Mcfarland approached the po5to.
flee, which stood across the road from
Fallon's. jennings, whose cot com
a view OF the thoroughfare,
caught sight Of his physician, and, in
a delirium, seized his pistol and, more
by accident than skill, shot Mcfarland
the leg. The sound Oh the
shot brought Fallon and the loafers at
the bar to the door. They picked the
wounded man up and carried him into
jennings room. There they laid him
upon cot beside that Of the sick min
er, and dressed his wound.
Good shot-for a loony man, eh,
Doc?" laughed one.
Clipped a neat little hole right
through the calf" ioked another.
Never broke thing" observed Fal
lon. You'll be fit to travel on
in a couple of days"
"I'll get good and square with Jen'
nings for this" declared Mcfarland in
a passion.
At which the assembly laughed, and
jennings, who had recovered his wits,
grinned and said: In the mean time,
havin' collected your tools for you, I'd
be obliged fer a jab of dope"