Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1916-11-15

low by the name \. Snooks:'
THAT is because you are not &C
quainted with the Shocks family; bro
Their Peters wife is a much better look
ing woman than I ami
Good lookin'!' he sneered; "call
yourself good lookin, do your
We'll, think you intimated as much,
did he not boys?"
They all said he had, and the laugh
was turned on him; but he exclaimed
doggedly.,
Il don't care! I'm not goin' to call
you Snooks
And what do you propose to call
me?"
''I'll call you Mary"
But Mary is not my NAME"
Il don't care! It's the name of all
the nice girls I know!
Every good! I too shall probably
be nice girl if I live to grow up, but
just now it seems as if I should die in
infancy-am too good to live
You're the greatest torment ever
any man saw
The last pin was in that bandage;
arose, turned and the thought flashed
through my brain, "a tiger" His eyes
literally blazed, and I went to him,
looking straight into them, just as I
had done into Toms more than once. A
minnie rifle ball had passed through his
| right ankle, and when I saw him first
the flesh round the wound was purple
and the entire limb swollen almost to
bursting. The ward master told me he
had been given up three days before,
| and was only waiting his turn to be
carried to the dead house. Next morn
said he had been on the amputation
table and sent away in hope the foot
! might be saved, adding:
Il think we' were influenced by the
| splendor Of the mans form. 1t seemed
sacrilege to mangle such a leg then,
| before we knew it was too late"
I thought the Inflammation might be
| removed. He said if that were done
| they could amputate and save him, and
the conversation ended in the surgeon
giving the man to me to experiment on
my theory. This seemed to be gener-
ally known, and the case was watched
| with great interest. No one interfered
with my treatment of MIN, and nurses
designated him to me as your man."
He was a cross between a Hercules
| and Apollo grey-eyed, brown-haired,
the finest specimen of physical man.
hood I have ever seen, and now his
frail hold on life was endangered by
the rage into which 1 had unwittingly
thrown him. So 1 sat bathing and
soothing him, looking ever and anon
steadily into his eyes, and said
You had better call me mother"
"Mother!' he snarled, you my moth
er!'
why not?"
why, you're not old enough"
Il am twice as old as you are!"
mo you're not; and another thing.
you're not big enough" He raised his
| head. surveyed me. leisurely and con-
temptuously, his dark silky moustache
went up against his handsome nose as
! he sank back and said slowly:
why, you-'re-not-much-bi bigger ana
| beanv
Still. I am large enough to take care
of you and send you back to your regi-
ment if you are reasonable: but no one
can do anything for you if you fly into
rage in this way!"
Yes! and you know that, and you put
me in rage going after them other
| fellows. You know I've got the best
right to you. I claimed you soon as
you come in the door, and called you
afore you got half down the ward You
said you'd take care Of me, and now
you don't do it.. The surgeon give me
to you too. You know can't live ii
you don't save me, and you don't care
If die!'' - 3. S. .s531..#.
was penitent and conciliatory. and
] promised TO be good, when no sid dor,