Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1915-10-30

clared, the balance was inclining slight
| ly toward recovery.
1t was in the afternoon of this third
day, when she had been reading to
him, at his own request, the sayings of
the Man on the Mount, that he re-
ferred for the first time to the details
of the accident which had SO nearly
blotted him out Upon his asking, she
related the few and simple facts of
the rescue, modestly minimizing her
own part in it. and giving her COM
panion in the catboat full credit.
1.-The writer-man," he said thought
fully, when she had finished telling
him how Griswold had worked over
him in the boat, and how he would not
give up. Il remember; you fetched
him out to the hotel with you one
| day; no, you medina fear I'll be for
getting him" Then. with shrewd
look out of the steelgray eyes: How
long have you been knowing him.
Maggie, child?"
''Oh, for quite a long time" she has
tened to say. He came here, sick and
helpless, one day last spring, and
well, there isn't any hospital here in
Wahaska, you know. so we took him
in and helped him get over the fever,
while he stayed with u.s.
Andrew Galbraith wagged his head
on the pillow.
Il know" he said. And ye're doing
it again for poor auld man whose
siller has never bought him anything
like the love you're spending on him
You're everybody's good angel, I'm
thinking, Maggie, lassie." Though he
n IL
bringing him day by day nearer to his
far-away boyhood in the Inverness
shire hills, and it was easy to slip into
the speech of the mother-tongue. Then,
after a long pause. he went on: He
wasna wearing a beard. a red beard
trimmed down to a spike-this writer
man. when We found him, was he?"
She shook her head. No; l have
never seen him with a beard"
The sick man turned his face to the
wall, and after time she heard him
repeating softly the words which she
had just read to him. But if We for
give not men neither will
your father forgive. :" And
again, Judge not that We be not
judged" When he turned back to her |
there were new lines of suffering in
the gray old face.
I'm sore beset, child; sore beset," |
he sighed. You were telling me that |
and Johnson will be here |
tonight"
Yes; they should both reach Wa
haska this evening"
Another pause, and at the end of it: |
THAT man Brof1n; you'll remember |
you asked me one day who he was, and |
T +DII r
the bank. Is he still here?"
He is; / saw him on the street this |
Again Andrew Galbraith turned his
face away, and he was quiet for SO
long time that she thought he had |
fallen asleep But he had not.
You're thinking something of the
WATERMAN, lassie? Don't mind the |
clavers of an auld man who never had |
a chick or child of his aim
Her answer was such as a child |
might have made. She lifted the big
jointed hand on the coverlet and |
pressed it softly to her flushed cheek,
and he understood.
Il thought SO; was afraid so," he |
said. slowly. You say you have known
him long time; it Gamma have been
AOnS SnOuSu, Ddlrn1o.
But it is she insisted, Loyalty. al
know him better than he knows him
self; oh, very much better"
"Ye know the good in him, maybe:
there's good in all men, I'm thinking
now. though there was a time when |
didna believe it,"
Il know the good and the bad-and |
the bad is only the good turned up-
side down"
Again the sick man wagged his head /
on the pillow and closed his eyes.
'Ye're a loving lassie, Maggie. and |
that's a there is to it," he commented. |
and after another interval: what |
must be, must be- We spoke of this
man Broffin: / must see him before |
Johnson comes. Can ye get him for /
me. Maggie. child?"
She nodded and went downstairs to |
the telephone. returning almost imme-
diately-
Il was fortunate enough to catch |
him at the hotel He will be here in a |
few minutes" was the word she |
brought; and Galbraith thanked her
with his eyes.
When he comes. yen let me see
him alon@iust for a few minutes he |
begged; and beyond that he said no