The Tomahawk. [volume] (White Earth, Becker County, Minn.) 1903-192?, 1918-08-22

folks are saying. Because Clara Is Z
little beauty, and I'm not physical
wreck, people take it for granted we're
suited"
| Mrs. Potter famed herself vigorously
as the familiar words slnote her ear.
She felt the same answer would SUI
fee. ~ --..4.-
"Tut tut, Hal, don't talk like that.
Clara's mighty fine girl, even II l
say so who should not. And you'll get
along well enough. Find her and take
a walk" .., - z@.. ,-. q ..... Co..
And, indeed, 1t would be a most crit
ical Judge who could not but praise
Mrs. Potter's ingenuity in bringing this
man and maid together. Perhaps It
was because they were both conscious.
Of the many chances directed ut them
that they could never afterwards tell
just how and when the automobile
knocked them down, and before either
regained consciousness they were
whisked into an ambulance, driven to
the nearest hospital, and awoke to
find themselves nightgowned and pa
jamaed respectively. Halls broken
arms put HIM to bed with irksome
splints. while Clara lay white and
weak with a displaced rib.
1t was we'll along the tenth day be-
fore either became sufficiently con-
scious that something else than pain
existed in their spotless rooms. For
Halls attention was diverted from an
effort to stretch his legs beyond the
confines of. the bed to Nurse Stewart
just entering the room. He made
lightning quick inventory.
pug nose, freckled, blue-green eyes.
short lashes, brick-red hair, no figure.
Ensemble-nOt much"
Better, I see," said this white
gowned creature.
Hal Topped his head over. So Won
derful voice did not belong to such
features. And he had not dreamed
hands could be so gentle as his splints
were adjusted without pain and the
food placed within his mouth with.
out accident. And how she could
smile!
Nor was Clara less puzzled over the
law Of consistency as her eyes wan
dered from the concave joining of cell
ing and wall to the equally bland ap-
pearance of Doctor Blount, so profess
sionally attentive, with his kindly en-
couraglng ways oddly at variance with
his bald head and large ears.
Some two months later, Mrs. Potter
squatting in her rocker, greeted her
niece and Hal Doran effusively as she
noted their arms linked together.
1T was terrible accident" she re-
affirmed, land we've n great deal to be
thankful for" and as she paused to
pour herself another glass of lemon
ade, she commented on the side. "This
July weather Is just awful"
In moment she went on. II had so
hoped to see you June bride, but
we'll arrange for an August wedding
make that plural, auntie." laughed
the girl. III ..*s'., =
Mrs. Potter looked up puzzled.
"What do you mean plural Clara p
Clara poked her elbow into Hal, who
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the rug like bad boy up for punish
ment. "You tell her." she urged.
Hal hemmed and hawed. "Clara n
I are going to get married." he an
swered at length.
"Why. of course" interrupted the
now thoroughly exasperated Mrs. Pot
ter, hut what's funny about that?"
Nothing" Hal smiled, as Clara fell
into a paroxysm Of uncomfortable gig
giles, "but we're not going to marry
each other"
Mrs. Potter did make valiant cl.
fort to reach her lemonade, but dismal.
" failed as her arm sank Imply to
her side. The weight of her chin SEEM
ed too great to sustain the shock and
her lower jaw dropped far enough to
permit her tongue to emerge with ease.
Valiant ministrations revived her.
"Then who is it," she gasped.
II shall marry Doctor Blount," chirp'
ed Clara.
"And I shall marry Nurse Stewart"
echoed Hal.
Mrs. Potter blinked and swallowed
hard. "Bless you, my children" she
Said. md SINK exhausted in her chair