The Columbus courier. [volume] (Columbus, Luna County, N.M.) 1911-1920, 1914-12-25

strangers. Sympathy-real, human
sympathy-was uppermost In each
She smiled a faint and friendly little
smile at the group, And at that the
~housekeeper began tucking in the GOV.
ers at the foot OF the bed. and the lank
waitress walked TO the window and
pulled down the shade, aud the bell.
boy muttered something about ice wa.
ter. The doctor patted her wrist light.
ly and ~reassurlngly.
you're all awfully good. said Em.
ma McChesney her eyes glowing with
something other than fever. Two
something to say It's just this. u
I'm going to be sick I'd prefer to bo
rick right here, unless IT'S something
catching. No hospital. Don't ask mo
why. ! don't know. We people Oh
the road are all alike. Wire r. A..
Buck. Jra OF the Featherl0om Potticoat
company. New York. You1l find plenty
OF clean nightgowns In the lefthaud
tray OF my trunk. covered with white
tissue paper. Get "a nurse that doesn't
smile, or talk about the palace she
nursed In last. where they treated her
like a queen and waited on her hand
ana foot. For goodness sake, put nay
switch whore nothing viii happen 60
il, and " I die and ,hey run my pic.
ture In the Dry Goods Review under
the caption. Veteran Travelling Sales.
woman Succumbs az Glen Rock, IN
haunt che editor" she paused a mo-
nient.
Everything will be all right said
tho h%ousekeepcr, soothingly "Noull
think you're right at home, ltll be- so
comfortable. Was there snything else.
move"
Yes" said Emma McChesucy.
The most important OF all. My son,
jock McChesney. Is fishing up in the
Canadian woods. A telegram may not
reach him FOR three weeks. They're
shifting about from camp to camp Try
20 get him. but don't scare him too
much. Youll find the address under
J. in my address book in my handbag.
Poor kid. Perhaps it's just as well he
doesn't know
Perhaps It was. At any rate II was
true that he'd the tribe Of McChesney
been az tho leaves OF the trees. and
had Il held a family reunion In Emma
McChesney's little hotel bedroom, II
would have mattered not az all to her
For she was sick-doctor.three-times
observation-disclosures . bOttles.by-thC'hed
side sick. her head. with It's bright hair
rumpled and dry with the fever, toss
ing from side TO side IN the lumpy
hotel pillow, or lying terribly silent
and inert against the gray-white OF the
bed linen. She never quite knew how
narrowly she escaped that picture u
the Dry Goods Review.
Then one day the fever began TO re
cede. slowly, whence feyers come, an'
} the indehnablc air OF suspense and re
preston that fingers about a sick
room at such a crisis began 10 lit i'm
%perceptibly. There came a time wheI
+. Emma McChesney asked in a veal
/ but sane voice:
Did Jock come? Did they cut OF
/ my hair"
, Not yet. dear the nurse had an
/ swered to the first. but well heal II
/ a day or so. I'm sure Aud, You
lovely hair! Well, not II know IL
TO the second.
The spirit Of small-town kindlines
, took Emma McChesney In It's arms
p The dlngy little hotel room glove
4 with flowers. The story OF the sic
woman fighting there alone In the TEL
( rors OF delirium had gone up and dow.
! about the town. Housewives with
r ine contempt for hotel soup sen
{ broths OF chicken and beef. The loci
Q members of the u. G. 7. sent rose
= enough TO tax every vase aud WASH
4 pitcher that the hotel could muster
n and asked their wives 10 call at W
, hotel and sec what they could 10. IN
wives came. obediently, but with SUI
DIclon and distTust In their eyes an
remained to pat Emma McChesney
arm. ask to read aloud TO her ana !
indulge generally In that pIocoS
z known as cheering her up Ever
travelling man who stopped at the "
{ tie hotel ON his way to M~inneapoi'
added 10 the heaped-up offerings .
Emma McChesney's shrine BOON
and magazines assumed the propo'
lions OF a library. one could see u
/. hand Of T. A. Buck, Jr., In the Ease
O OF mineral water, quarts Of wine cul
ming cordials and tiny bol'les :
liqueur that stood In conVlvlal rows =
the closet shelf and floor. There eau
n letters, too. and kilograms win SUE
phrases as let nothing be leit unions
n ana aspare no expense" under T.
, Buck, Jr's, signature -
So Emma McCheaney climbed u
long. weary hill OF Illness and pail
reached the top, pantinE and alno'
suent. rested there. AMI began q
IL eagy descent on the otier side Una
1. ,ed ~ recovery and strength, ~
something was lacking. Ihal sum
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