The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-05-29
By DON MARQUIS

to say something and shuts it agfn like his feelings won't let him. He puts his arm across Hanks shoulder affectionate and sad, and then he turns his head away like they was some one dead in the fambly. Finally he says:
 "I thought so. I saw it.. saw it in your eyes when I first drove up. hope,'' he says very mouRnful, CT haven't come too late"
 Hank he turns pale. was getting sorry fur Hank myself. l seen now why I licked him so easy. Any one could of told from that doctors ac- tions Hank was as gooH as a dead man already. But Hank he makes big effort, and he says:
 "Shucks! I'm sixty-eight years old. doctor, and hain't never had a sick day in my life'' But he was awful uneasy too.
 The doctor he says to the feller with him, 'ELooey, bring me one of the sam pie size"
 Looey brung it, the doctor never talk ing his eyes of'n Hank. He handed 1t to Hank, and he says:
 "A whisky glassful three times day, my friend, and there is a good chance for even you. I give it to you without money and without price,"
 "But what have got?" asts Hank. 'You have spinal meningids,' says the doctor, never batting an eye.
 s'Win this here cure me?'' says Hank.
 ''It'lI cure anything says the doctor. Hank he says .'Shucks" agin. but he took the bottle and pulled the cork | out and smeIt it right thoughtful. | And what them fe1lers had stopped at our place fur was to have the shoe of 1 the nigh hosss off hind foot nailed on, which it was most ready to drop off Hank he done it fur a regulation, dol l lar size bottle. and they druv on into the village.
 Right after supper I goes downtown. l They was in front of Smiths Palace hotel. They was jest starting up when I got there Well, sir, that doctor was a sight. He didn't have his duster on | to him, but his stovepipe hat was. and 1 one of them long Prince Alfred coats nearly to his knees and shiny shoesI | but his vest was cut out holler fur to show his piled shirt, and it was the 1 pinkest shirt I ever see, and in the middle of that they was diamond as l big as Uncle Pat Hickey's wen, what was one of the town sights. No, sir; | they never was a man with more gen. uine fashionableness sticking out all over him than pr. Kirby. He jest fairly wa1lered in it.
 hadn't paid no pertic'ler attention to the other feller with him when they stopped at our place, excepting to no tice he was kind of slim and black haired and funny complected. But seen now I orter of looked closeter. Fur I'll be dad binged if he weren't an Injun! There he setA under that there gasoline lamp the wagon was all lit up with, with moccasins on, and beads and shells all over him, and the | gaudiest turkey tail of feathers rain lowing down from his head you ever see, and a blanket around him that was gaudier than the feathers. And he shined and rattled every time he moved.
 That wagon was hull opry house to itself It was rolled out in front of Smiths Palace hotel without the hos ses. The front part was filed with bottles of medicine. The doctor, he begun business by taking out q long brass horn and footing on 1t. They was about a dozen come, but they was mostly boys. Then him and the Injun picked up some banjoes and sung 3 comic song out loud and clear. And they was another dozen or so come And they sung another song, and Por Wilkins, he closed up the postohice and come over, and the other two veterans of the Grand Army of the Republicans that always plays checkers in there nights come along with him. But il wasn't much of a crowd, and the doc tor he looked sort O worried. had a good place, right near the hind wheel of the wagon, where he rested his foot occasional, and seen what he was thinking. So says to him:
 "Dr. Kirby, I guess the crowd is al gone to the circus agin tonight" And | all them fellers there seen I knoweC him.
 'sI guess so, Rube," he says to me And they all laughed cause he called ne Rube, and I felt kind of took down Then he lit in to tell about that In : jun medicine. First off he told how he come to find out about it. It wal the father of the Injun what was witt him had showed him, he said. Ant it was in the days of his youthfulness
 when he was wild and a cowboy ol the plains of Oregon. Well, one nigh
 he says, they was an awful fight or the plains of Oregon, wherever then is, and he got plugged full of bulle
 holes. And his hoss run away witt ! him. and he was carried off, and tn ! hoss was going at dead run, and tn
 blood was running down on to th'
 ground. And the wolves smelt tn
 blood and took out after him. yippinl
 and rowling something frightful t
 hear, and the hoss he kicked out be ? hind and killed the head wolf, and tn = 7 others stopped to eat him up, ant while they was eating him the hos gained a quarter of a mile. But the. 5 ct him up, and they was gaining agin fur the smell of human blood was Ol r the plains of Oregon, he says, and tn . l sight of his mothers face when sh