The Hartford herald. [volume] (Hartford, Ky.) 1875-1926, 1920-11-03
BRUISES AND BALM
~ GERTRUDE FIELDER.

girl in the place just makes 1t point
| to-"
Bob west!" cried Bob's sister,
starting up from the couch, a red spot
on either cheek. "if you think I've been
near him, you're nightly mistaken. I
wouldn't 60 near his old Office II I
was dead"
With the last word, Phyllis burst
into hysterical weeping. and buried
her face In the cushions.
Jaw. forget It," said Bob. 81 wasn't
hitting you. anyway. Guess I'll be GO
Ing while the going's good. SO longr'
Outside the door his lips pucisered
into whistle. WhIstlIng, he emerged
from the house. whistling, he strobe
down the walk. Now, ones lips may
be engaged In whistling the gayest Of
gay airs, and at the same time ones
mind be occupied with the working
out Of solution to some weighty
problem.
wonder what's the matter with
old Phil (Phylis was just four years
her brothers senior). She did look all
In, come to think of 1t. Let's see,
she's been working for old cambridge
going on five years. and anybody
that knows anything knows he's
fierce to work for" so ran Bob's
thoughts.
"Why is Phil working?' asked his
conscience. "She's working for you!
For you! For you" answered the
same monitor.
1t was true. Unable to attend col
lege herself, Phyllis was determined
Bob should. In the fall he was to en-
ter Harvard. lie had been working
all summer, but ii had been pleasant
work, that Of taking parties on the
lake in an up-to-date motor boat be-
longing to the one hotel which the
village boosted.
The cool breezes from the lake
were very much preferable to the
dingy back room where Lawyer Balm
bridge had his office and where Phyllis
was employed as his stenographer.
AS Bob's thoughts reached the point
where 1t seemed as II every bird on the
bOugh screeched forth words: "She's
working for you For you! For you!"
he slammed the front gate, and
stepped from the curb directly in the
path of q tearing. footing, oncOming
automobile.
The next thing that Bob knew he
heard groan. Again he heard 1t, and
yet again. The sound was close by,
very close. He opened his eyes. A
face he had seen before somewhere
bent over him.
'YOu, young scalliwagw came
brisk voice. wait till l get you out
side you'll sport more than one black
eye"
At that Bob tried to sit up but firm
hands kept him down. In the room
someone sobbed. Came the brisk
voice:
mo bones broken. Bruises, lots of
'em, but let's be devOutly thankful it's
no worse. | hope it's enough, however,
to cure him from throwing himself in
front of automobiles in general, and
mine in particular. I'll run in again
during tne Jay.
Gee, | had the funniest dream"
said Bob with yawn. 1t was in the
wee small hours of the night, and
Phyllis had shoOed her mother of 10
bed and taken her place by Bob's bed
side.
II dreamed you and DR.. Boyd met
each other at Aunt Rates last sum
mer, and Just because we haven't got
whacks of mon you wouldn't let him
know where we lived. In the dream
DR.. Boyd came dancing into the room
Just as II he were young"
"He Is young" murinured Phyllis.
laying her head on BOb's pillow.
"And he said" continued Bob, "'Ah.
I've found you at last and I'm never
going TO let you co. Say, honest, sis,
aren't you sorry you've got broth
err"
hasn't brother" came from the other
end Of the pillow.
You're a good sport, Phil" com
mented her brother. pulling her long
braid Of hair. 1t was his style OF be.
slowing caress. and Phyllis with a
happy heart accepted 1t as such.
II was some weeks later that as
young Dr. Boyd was picking Bob up
quite as though he were baby and
was depositing him in the chair by
the window Bob opened his mouth and
shot out these words. 'We'ye troubles
enough without you hanging around
here"
Troubles. What do you call tr0u.
bles?" queried DIR. Boyd.
"Dr. Boyd" he said suddenly, |
"what do you think Of a fellow that
allows his sister to work herself To
shreds to put him through college?"
II think It's high time he put the
brakes on and stopped It," answered
the doctor.
"Pm going to-" said Bob. "and
what's more"
"HOld on" interrupted the doctor.
.Tm not, done. was about TO add