The Monticellonian., 1918-03-22
CHAPTER Vi-Continued.

"Tell John to saddle up and go for the doctor, Phoebe, and don't let mom- mic know whatever you do. This isn't her lumbago at all I don't know what it is. 1 wonder if hot turpentine cloth wouldn't be better than this? I've good mind to try it; her eyes are glassy with fever and her skin is cold as fish. You tell John to hurry up. He can ride Boxer. Tell him l want him to get 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 snapping 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- tiees 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 un- easily to prove that the battle had not gone altogether against the girl who had fought the night through. She had her reward in full measure when the doctor came. in the heat of noon, and after terrible minutes of suspense for 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 tices had held back tragedy from that house.
 Billy Louise lay down upon the couch out on the back porch and slept heay- 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 l, vol hn that he was safe even there. There was something menace.
 Billy Louise went softly into the house. tiptoed to the door of her moth- CTS room and saw that she lay quiet, with her eyes closed. Beside the win dow the doctor sat with his spectacles far down toward the end of his nose, reading a pale green pamphlet that he must have brought in his pocket Phoe- be was down by the creek washing clothes in the shade of willow elump.
 She went into her own room, still walking on her toes. In her trunk was a blue plush box of 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 were said to have brought from Yel- lowstone park; knot of green ribbon which she had worn to a St. Patrieks day dance ill Boise: rattlesnake rattles 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 it. It must be there-the thing she sought, the thing that had troubled her most in her dream; the thing that was a menace while 1t ex- isted It was at the very bottom of the box, caught in corner. She took it out with fingers that trembled. crum- pled it into a little ball so that she could not read what it said, straight ened it immediately and read it re- luctantly from the beginning to the end where the last word was clipped short WlID nasty StlSSpIS. A tuL from a newspaper it was; yellow and frayed from contact with other objects, telling of things
 Billy Louise bit her lips until they hurt, but she could not keep back the tears that came hot and stinging while she read She slid the little heap of odds and ends to the middle of the bed, crushed the clipping into her palm and went out stealthily into the immaculate kitchen. AS if she were being spied upon she went cautiously to the stove, lifted lid and dropped the clipping in where the wood blazed the brightest. She watched it flare and become noth- ing-not even a pinch of ash IS; the clipping was not very large. When 1t was gone she put the lid back and went tiptoeing to the door. Then she ran.
 Phoebe was down by the creek, so Billy Louise went to the stable,