The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1912-08-22

lips. She sounded the horn several
times in troubled. nervous call for
help that quavered on tho still noon
air warranty.
mot deed. hope" called a CHEEKY
voice from the shaded veranda. and
she lifted her face to 1t eagerly. An
other car stood at the side entrance.
and she knew It was the doctor.
With the help OF the gardener,
Forbes was lifted into the house, and
laid on a couch In the quiet, old-fash-
toned sitting room. Ruth stood by
during the examination. ready with
any thing the. doctor should need. The
coat and shirt had to be cut away
from the dislocated shoulder.
Now then, we'll just slip this back
where 1t belongs, and it's mighty good
for him he won't feel It, Hold his
head over there, Miss Hopewell Just
balance 1t on your shoulder, will your"
Which made striking picture to
Bart Austin, Just entering. He hest
tate1 on the threshold, watching with
lowered chin, catching that strange
little click as the bone slipped into
its place, catching, too, the agonized
groan from Forbes lips, as he was
hauled back to consciousness by the
pain. But most CT all, in the picture,
there stood the slim kneeling form of
the girl, holding Forbes head on her
own arm, and soothing him with low,
swift words of womanly sympathy.
Couple of broken ribs, and n Grip
pied wrist. Better stay here and be
nursed up Bit" said the doctor
later.
Mother insists that he stay, as IL
was all my fault" said Ruth, gently
Austin stood over Forbes at the
couch by the open window.
"I'll take you up to Hartford to the
hospital, If you say the word, old
man." he said, in low tone. The
cars all right now. She only rammed
her nose into the bank anyhow, anc
bumped her beauty spots a bit. II
was you who hit the telegraph pole
Don't you want to get out OF this coy
! corner?
mo, l don't" returned Forbes
placidly, half closing his blue eyes
"I'm very badly hurt. Bart. You dom
pity me bit. You run on to Boston
and attend to business there. ant
pick Ine up on the return trip. That's
week hence. Say, take look ou
OF tie window and tell me the colo
of the roses on that bush. | can
| TIL al arIy fnr NJ hnn
They're little red ones, crimson
rambler" said Bart, but Ruth turnet
her head and smiled.
1.-THE red ones have only yer!
faint scent, Mr. Austin. Those that h
likes are the large cream white ones
We call them brides roses out here.
It was month before Bart Aus
tins big red roadster found its wa.
along the river road again, and VI
the drive under the elms. He waited
minute or two, and sounded hi
horn. 1t was an alarmist, that horn
none of your sweet-voiced sirens TO
Bart.
Presently Mrs. Hopewell came SLOW
ly down the broad veranda steps. Sh
was slender and charming even a
forty-seyen. a faded edition of Rut
at eighteen.
How are your" said Bart, cheel
fully, lifting his leather cap. TT
Bart Austin, Forbes friend. hop
he's all right now. told him L
stop on the way home from Bosto
and pick him up, but was delayed
bit"
Mrs Hopewell smiled amusedl,
and shook her head.
"Oh, dear, you're very much to
late. Ruth and Jack were marie
three days ago, and have started o
their wedding trip in the runabou
Jack was very hasty, l thought. br
he wanted to be married while tn
brides roses were still in bloom. Fc
a business man, he has quite a goo
deal of sentiment"
Austin's face was buried in hi
hands, and his shoulders shook wit
laughter.
Sentiment" he repeated. "Wel
II you don't mind, Mrs. Hopewell, 1
a call 1t a balmy touch OF sunshine b.
meath his curling locks. And yet
he hesitated. Mrs. Hopewell was mo-
a ing away graciously. Bart addresse
: the empty car rs the one sure plat
|. of sympathy. yet she was certainl
all girl wish I'd hit that telegrap