Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1918-01-16
I he Ranch
at the
Wolverine
By B. M. BOWER

breathed with repressed unevenneSs
which betrayed the strain she was I'M
der.
"Tell John to saddle up and so for
the doctor, Phoebe, and don't let NOM
ME know whatever you do. This isn't
her lumbago at all. don't know what
it is. I wonder If hot turpentine
cloth wouldn't be better than this? I've
a good mind to try it; her eyes are
CLASSY with fever and her skin is cold
as a Ash. You tell John to hurry up.
He can ride Boxer. Tell him l want
him to get a doctor here by tomorrow
noon If he has to kill his horse do
ing It,"
That night took its toll Of Billy
Louise and left a scared place in her
memory. It was a night Of swapping
fire in the cook stove that hot water
might be always ready; Of tireless
struggle with the pain that came and
tortured, retired sullenly from Billy
Louise's stubborn fighting with poul-
tees and turpentine cloths and every
homely remedy she had ever heard OF,
and came again just when she thought
she had won the fight
There was no time to give thought to
the trouble that had ridden home with
her, though its presence was like
black shadow behind her while she
worked and went to and fro between
bedroom and kitchen and fought that
tearing pain.
She met the dawn hollow eyed and
so tired she could not worry very much
about anything. Her mother slept up-
easily to prove that the battle had not
gone altogether against the girl who
had fought the night through. She had
her reward ip full measure when the
doctor came, in the heat Of noon. and
after terrible minutes Of suspense Tor
Billy Louise while he counted pulse
and took temperature and studied
symptoms, told her that she had done
well. and that she and her homely poul-
tees had held back tragedy from that
house.
Billy Louise lay down upon the couch
out on the back porch and slept heav-
fly for three hours, while Phoebe and
the doctor watched over her mother.
She woke with a start. She had been
dreaming, and the dream had taken
from her cheeks what little color her
night vigil had left. She had dreamed
that Ward was in danger, that men
were hunting him for what he had done
at that corral. The corral seemed the
center Of fight between Ward and the
men. She dreamed that he came to
her and that she must hide him away
and save him. But though she took
him to a cave, which was secret enough
for her purpose, yet she could not feel
that he was safe even there. There
was something-some menace. =.
Billy Louise went softly into the
house, tiptoed to the door Of her moth
er's room and saw that she lay quiet,
with her eyes closed. Beside the win
dow the doctor sat with his spectacles
for down toward the end Of his nose,
reading q pale green pamphlet that he
must have brought In his pocket. Phoe-
be was down BY the creek washing
clothes in the shade Of a willow clump.
She went into her own room, still
walking on her toes. In her trunk was
blue plush Ho1 &C the kind that Is
given to one at Christmas. It was fad
ed and the clasp was showing brassy
at the edges. Sitting upon her bed with
the box in her lap Billy Louise paved
hastily in the tumble Of keepsakes it
held; an eagles claw which she meant
some time to have mounted for
brooch; three or four arrowheads OF
the shiny, black stuff which the Indians
we're said to have brought from Vel
lowstone park; a knot Of green ribbon
which she had worn to st. Patricl's
day dance in Boise rattlesnake ratt!es
of all sizes; several folded clippings
verses that had caught her fancy and
had been put away and forgotten; an
amber bead she had found once. She
turned the box upside down in her lap
and shook 1t. 1t must be there-the
thing she sought, the thing that had
troubled her most in her dream; the
thing that was menace while 1t OK
listed. 1t was at the very bottom OF
the box, caught In a corner. She took
It out with fingers that trembled, crum-
pied it into littlD ball SO that she
could not read what 1t said, straight
ened it Immediately and read 1t re,
luctantly from the beginning to the end
where the last Wort, was clipped short
with hasty scissors A paragraph GU
from newspaper II was; yellow and