The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-12-05
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k ment- Maybe there is such thing Rs duty said he. Maybe I do owe it to you. Tve-not yet-paid enough. Very we'll, then
 Come" cried out Jamieson sudden ly. -'out you go on the table Get hand under there. girl" F There was no word further spoken Gently they aided the injured man to his feet and helped him hobble through the hall and into the great dining room beyond, where stood the long ta- ble of polished mahogany. Dunwody, swaying. leaned against it. while Janiieson hurried to the window and threw up the curtains to admit as much as possible of the light of late afternoon. Returning. he gmotioned Dunwody to remove his coat, which he folded up for pillow. The remainder of his preparations necessarily were scant-hot water. clean instruments, that was all. An anaestheticN was, of course. out of the question "Dunwody, we're going to hurt you a little said Jamieson at last. you've got to stand it, that's aIl- Lie down there on the table and get ready
 He himself turned his back and was busy nearby at a smaller table ar ranging his instruments Next he went out to the front door and called aloud for Eleazar.
 Come here. man." commanded Ja- mieson after he had the old trapper in the room. Take hold of this good leg and hold it still. Madam. 1 want you at the foot on the other side. You may get hold of the edge of the table with your hands, Dunwody. and hold still if TOT I hca vcr- Swiftly the doctor cut away the gar ments from the wounded limb. which lay now exposed in all the horrors of its inflammation The next instant there was a tense tightening of the muscles of the man on the table. There was sigh of deep intaken breath, followed. however, by no more than q faint moan as the knife went at its work
 I'm not going to do itr' came back From under the surgeons arm. There's zhalf q chance-Im going to try to saves 1t, Hold on. old man-here's the thing 10 do-we're going to try
 Heswent down now into the qJivering tissues and laid bare the edge of the broken bone. deep to the inner lines. Thus the front of the shattered bone lay exposed. The doctor sighed as he
  eyes drowning, absorbed The bullet wound in the anterior edge was not clean cut Near it was a long, heavy splinter of bone, the cause of the infiam- mation-something not suspected in the hurried dressing of the wound in the half darkness at the river edge. This bone end, but loosely attached, was broken free, thrust down into the ain gry and irrftated flesh
 For an instant Jamieson studied the injury. The silence of death was ill the room The tense muscles of the patient might have been those of q hfeIess man. Only the horrid sound of the dripping blood, falling from the table upon the carpet. broke the silence.
 T had a coon dog once,'' began Dr. Jamiesen cIeerfully. T don't know whether you remember him or not Duuwody. Sort of a yellow dog. with long ears and white eye Just wait q minute He hastened over to the side of the table and bent again over his case of instruments.
 There's been all kinds of coon dogs in these bottoms and hills, I suppose ever since white folk came here, but. Dunwody. I'm telling you the truth, that dog of mine
 By this time lie had fished out from his case a slender probe. which he bent back and forth as he once more approached the table.
 There wasn't anything he wouldn't run. from deer to catamount and one day, when we were out back here In the -hiils-I don't know but Eleazar here might remember something about that himself +-* Hold on, now, ]. old man.
 The old doctors forehead for the first time was beaded. He wanted sil- yer wire He would have accepted catgut- He had neither For one mo- ment in agony himself. he looked about; then a look of joy came to his face. An old fiddle was lying in the ped off string.
 pr Jamieson's story of his famous room dog was never entirely completed His voice droned away and ceased now as he bent once more over his work
 What he did. so far as he in his tac- turn way ever would admit, was in some way to poke the catgut violin string under the bone, with the end of the probe and so to pass a ligature around the broken bone itself. After hh.tt it was easier to fasten the splin- ter back in place where it belonged.
 I'm only backwoods doctor, Dun- evody,'s said Jamieson at length as he began rebandaging the limb. But z=ftfl what's at hand I've done the hest I could Wait now until I get come splints-hold still can't you! If we hare to cut your leg off after awhile eau do better job than this. maybe But now we have all done the best we could
 The face of Josephine St. Auban was wholly coIorIess as once more she as sisted the doctor with his patient Er-I....r .rnt him I1Innn his n1Yn he'd aft