The Mellette County pioneer. [volume] (Wood, Mellette County, S.D.) 19??-1971, 1912-06-07

lips. She sounded the horn several
times In q troubled, nervous call for
help that quavered on the still noon
air vibrantly.
Not dead, hope" called q 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 1t was the doctor.
With the help Of the gardener,
Forbes was lifted into the house, and
laid on couch in the quiet, oid-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, well 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 a striking picture TO
Bart Austin, just entering. lie hest
tatcc on the threshold, watching with
lowered chin, catching that strange
little click as the bone slipped into
its place, catching, too, the agonized
Sroan from Forbes lips, as he was
hauled back 10 consciousness by the
pain. But nest of all, in the picture,
there stood the slim knee.ing 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 q Grip
pied wrist. Better stay here and be
nursed up Bit" said the doctor,
later.
Mother insists that he stay, as It
was all my fault" said Ruth, gently.
Austin stood over Forbes at the
couch BY the open window.
III take you up to Hartford to the
hospital, II 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, and
bumped her beauty spots bit II
was you who hit the telegraph pole
Don't you want TO get out OF this coy
corner?"
mo, I don't" returned Forbes,
placidly, hall closing his blue eyes,
I'm very badly hurt. Bart. You don't
pity me bit. You run on to Boston,
and attend 10 business there. and
pick Inc up on the return trip. That's
C. week hence. Say, take look out
of tie window and tel! me the color
Of the roses on that bush. can't
think clearly for the scent OF them
They're little red ones. crimson
rambler" said Bart, but Ruth turned
her head and smiled.
The red ones have only a very
faint scent. Mr.. Austin Those that he
likes are the large cream white ones.
We call them brides roses out here
It was 4 month before Bart Aus
tins big red roadster found its way
along the river road again. and up
the drive under the elms. He waited
minute or two, and sounded his
horn. 1t was an alarmist, that horn,
none of your sweet-voiced sirens for
bart.
Presently Mrs. Hopewell came slow
ly down the broad veranda steps. She
was slender and charming even at
forty.seven. a faded edition OF Ruth
at eighteen.
How are you?" said Bart, cheer
fully. lifting his leather cap. I'm
Bart Austin. Forbes friend. hope
he's all right now. told him I'd
stop on the way home from Boston
and pick him up, but was delayed a
bit"
Mrs. Hopewell smiled amusedly,
and shook her head.
"Oh, dear, you're very much too
late. Ruth and Jack were married
three days ago, and have started on
their wedding trip in the runabout.
Jack was very hasty, ! thought but
he wanted 10 be married while the
brides roses were still in bloom. For
a business man, he has quite good
deal of sentiment"
Austin's face was buried in his
hands. and his shoulders shook with
laughter.
Sentiment" he repeated. We'll,
IL you don't mind. Mrs. Hopewell, I'd
call 1t balmy touch of sunshine be-
meath his curling locks. And yet"
he hesitated. Mrs. Hopewell was NOV
ing away graciously. Bart addressed
the empty car as the one sure place
of sympathy. Yet she was certainly
all girl. wish I'd hit that telegraph
pole myself"