Mrs. Grundy. (Tracy City, Tenn.) 1903-1930, 1911-06-08

the states. say-burn the Indians
hut, sneak to my shack and lay low.
Don't explain anything Those miners
wouldn't stay in camp a minute, and
the health officer'd hang me for not re-
portin Thanks, old chap, thanks. 1t
was a dirty Job for YOU
| heard no more except the. woolies
gathering aloft and hitting the distant
sea with a roar. The sturdy little
Doc would finish the job alone!'
Firing the hut from the inside, I
sneaked through the camp toward the
Doctors shack
1t SO happened Gas 1t always hap
pens) that on the day after my grue-
some job with DIR. Dickson, one OF the
visiting eastern directors had tire
MENUS case of cramps" as the super
intendent impressively announced.
Now, where was that good.for-noth'
ing, lying, schemlng little Doc? Why,
drunk abed, of course
So. with this verdict. a collection OF
exasperated directors visited Dick
sons shack to rout him out The door
unlocked, but the doctor was nowhere
In camp A meeting Of the directors
was called which resolved that 1t was
dangerous to the camp to continue the
employment of a man who was this,
that and the other bad. incompetent,
unfaithful thing. So Doc was dis.
charged on the spot, the while an In
yitation was prepared to another ply
sician at Juneau to come and fill the
exalted position.
1t was an innate sense OF respon-
sibility which impelled me to steal
away on the third night after Dick
son had gone to sea with his sick
wards. Packing my light kit bun.
died up what remained and left II
labeled to follow me In the Mary Ann
when the visiting directors returned to
Ketchikan. My note to them did not
create a favorable impression Of my
attentiveness to their distressed bust
ness.
Gentlemen: AS I may serve you
more by finding DR.. Dickson than by
remaining In camp have left some
OF my duffle to accompany you or
your voyage to Ketchikan. an
cruising down the bay to hunt for him
and for-bears. While sailing, please
look for my fire and freshly-blazet
spruce on your port side. Kindly blow
the launch whistle every two miles
down. | ought to be from six to eigh
miles south on the west coast o
Prince Of Wales Island"
From the doctors shack appro
priated his rife, supply of ammuni
ton and such medicines as though
he might need; also took some
Scotch whisky, and brandy, pies ant
tobacco, a cot, tent and bedding, |
stove, shotgun and shells, field glass
disinfectants, and all the provisions
could induce the cook to hand out.
One of the squaw's babies had die
on the day following their rough voy
age from the mine. And the othe
little varmint," said Dickson softly
| Will pass III Ills CucChS tbeutiy,
squawll pull through If the buck don
lay down this week. I'm goin' t
stand by the case while longer
you say the boss isn't cussin' of me.
Early the next day we heard tn
siren Of the Mary Ann. The launc
was sailing down the bay. What
said to the rubicund and pudgy Do,
and Just what he said to me as h
stood off twenty yards or go with eye
of greater eloquence than his QUAR-
tongue had ever known, doesn't ma
ter here and now. Sufice 1t that
made my short but tangled way to tn
shore alone, stood under Docs pin
, shirt and near the fat new blaze an
, waited for the Mary Ann. Her pirat
, captain. seeing me waving sma
birch signal-fashion, stopped his el
CINE and drifted as close as he deeme
: prudent. In a few moments the launc