The Logan Republican. [volume] (Logan, Utah) 1902-1924, 1915-07-15
By ROY L.. Me CARDELL
. by Roy L. ncCordeH

J''SNs ih''N uilS come all
the way from England to see me on
an important matter. Get my horse
and put saddle on the black mare. |
viii go TO the station for him myselfr'
At Stanley hall. In the old colonial
bedroom of the mistress of the house
the colored nurse, Lucy. was minis.
tering to her flower faced mistress.
while Colonel Stanley stood by solicit.
ously confirming the old colored nam.
my's words with affirmative mods.
Yes. my honey. de doctor will he
here any minute" the old nurse was
saying. Amt the colonel Jest back
from goin' after him? Bless my soul,
honey, dere come DR.. Lee hisself driv.
In up wild dat ole red boss. Stonewall,
OF his"
The colonel's wife lifted her fair face
as the colonel bent over to kiss 1t. The
old nurse softly hustled to the door and
admitted the doctor.
In the copse of woods, hardly far.
Their than stones throw from the
mansion, night was falling darkly with
storm. Over smoldering fire crouch.
ell Matt Harding, the gypsy, putting at
his short black pipe. A cry of pain
from the weather stained tent near by
reused the man, and he arose and sui
lenly walked over and entered the
shabby shelter.
In few moments he emerged and
hurried rapidly In the direction OF
Stanley Hail.
As he raped at the great door OF
the mansion Ned. the colored butler,
opened 1t, throwing a glare Of yellow
light upon the sinister face Of the
gypsy.
"You can't see nobody in this house,
Mr.. Man." said Ned.
But tell you Colonel Stanley prom.
ised me his doctor would be here to
night and that he would attend my
wife. She needs the doctor now. It's
a matter Of life and death. And it's
bad luck when gypsy dies without
being able to face the rising SUM-
de colonel's allus dom foolish kind.
nesses 70 poo white trash" grumbled
the darby as he shut the door on the
strange caller and went reluctantly to
bear his message.
But the good old physician was posi-.
tive that no harm would come from his
absence for an hour or so and fastened
away on his errand of mercy.
At the little station of Fairfax mean.
while the now frightened London law.
yer was wondering whether he should
load the elephant rifle with which he
had provided himself and fortify him.
self behind his luggage. AS the beat
OF horse hoofs drew nearer the English
lawyer rose with leveled rifle and cried
Halt! Who goes there, friend or
foe?'
The approaching horseman. Judge
Lamar Stanley, laughed grimly as he
called out: Its friend! Don't shoot!'
And then he rode up to the platform
and introduced himself to the English.
man and explained matters to the lat
ter's satisfaction. Then the judge
fastened the luggage of his visitor to
the two saddle horses. and they rode
of together.
In the copse of wood the pattering
night rain fell upon the gypsy tent.
The storm passed as quickly as 1t
had come, and the moon shone out
refulgently. The flap of the tent open
ed, and the bulky form of the good
doctor was seen In the moonlight He
held a small swaddled object In his
| arms.
Matt Harding" said DR.. Lee i'm
pressively, 1.-THE storm has passed with
the miracle of birth, and you may say,
as was said of old, Unto us a child is
born; unto us son Is given"
'Them's fine words for rich folk,
grumbIed the gypsy gruffly. ITO me
1t don't mean nothing but another
mouth to feed"
The doctor regarded the man with
such look of sternness that the gypsy
took the child from the doctor and en-
tered the tent with 1t after promising
the physician to take good care of il
and its mother.
The good doctor hurried back tC
| uhlls "httt u'l were
ly awaiting him. He smiled reassur
ingly at the colonel's wife, the colone
and the nurse.
"A fine boy has been born to the
gypsy woman" he said. 1T seems al
omen of like good luck to Stanley hall
We may expect little earl to be born
here this night" he added gently.
| mn. A a.
her head and smiled back at the old
doctor, and the colonel spoke quickly
II have no ambitions for any title fol
a soI OF mine" he said. But wish
boy II but TO thwart my cousin, La
mar Stanley"
A bitter expression crept into IN,
face Of the negro woman at the men
ton OF Judge Stanley's name.
"Don't you worry, honey" she sale
softly TO her mistress, IAN don't 20,
worry either, colonel. DE good Lore
don't intend no luck for Judge LANAI
Stanley. ! was slave girl on his IN
TIERS place when de jedge was {
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