The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1912-09-19

keeping warn, in the range oven. The

keeping warn, in the range oven. The
collection of the usual Thanksgiving
yiaHds. the door Shone SpOtieSSly. and
every pan and cup gle;;aled like Il mir:
ror from it's place on the kitchen wall
The kettle sang; the cat purred: the
kissing fire warmly detied the biting
frost of the blast outside. which was
rising in severity. All was peace.
toziness and comfort when Mrs. Bev-
erly was suddenly startled by wild.
aisheveled figure finging itself in at
the door
Phillip" gasped John Beverly chok.
ingly. his face whittier than his wife's
apron. He is urt-crushed-under O
tree.''
Even as her shrek of wild dismay
rang out huge automobile came chuff-
chufhng up to the gate. and a stranger
sprang out.
Quick. come and help me rescue my
boy cried out John Beverly. running
toward him wildly. "He was cuttin'
down Il tree an it fell on him. an |
couldn't lift it,
'Oh. hurry" painted Philips mother.
HE may be dead-dyin'-al
The stranger spoke swift word or
two to the heavily yelled woman in
the big red car and helped her out.
then lifted to the ground the boy and
girl on the back seat Then he almost
flung the old man into the seat. sprang
in and at Il touch sent the huge ma
chine gliding over the smooth white
roadway.
1t seemed incredible to John Beverly.
who had walked the weary mile many
time, that they could have negotiat
ed it in such a short space Of time. but
almost before he was through giving
the stranger directions they rolled into
the wood and the next instant We're at
| work freeing the unconscious boy
| The stranger made rapid eXamina-
ton of the latter's injuries. which con-
firmed the grave fears he had enter
tained at the first glance.
''The hospital-an immediate opera
ton! It's his only chance" was his
terse comment.
But" his father cried, aghast at
the awful possibilities. 1.-The nearest
hospital is twenty miles awayv'
Silently the stranger pointed to the
motorcar. Together they placed the
injured boy as comfortably as possible
within it. The stranger did what he
could to stop the bleeding and make
the patient easy. pulling out a black
medical case from beneath the seat.
you're a doctor" queried John
Beverly. eying him curiously. The
man only nodded. being engrossed in
his work. When it was finished he
snapped shut the case. threw it into
the machine. sprang in himself and
without a backward glance. sent tht
That wild ride was Il dream. kline
of nightmare to Philips father. crouch
ing low in the seat and holding hi.
boys head in his lap. not knOwins
whether to hope or to fear. House!
and hills and trees few by. envelopet
in kind of haze The walls of thu
hospital rose before them-near-near
er-they were there. And they carried
Philip away and told his father t,
wait in the room outside.
1t was nearly an hour after they ha.
taken him into the operating room
that the father heard the glad new
from the head surgeon:
"Your son is doing nicely. He has
strong constitution and ought to b
out of here in week or two"
Then. with smile and nod to
ward the stranger who had brougl,
Philip. the surgeon added:
"a great deal is due to DR.. Everett
here. A bit of bungling at the star
might have meant death to your sol
but his wise handling of the cast
and especially his getting the boy her
so promptly. spelled success in a yer
serious case"
''Dr-Everettr' gasped John Be,
ery. blanching. as the familiar line