Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-06-19

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help it than he could help leaning
upon her. She laughed heartening
little laugh-like the happy water
curling against the ledge. He laugh
ed back. He couldn't help it. The
restraint, vas broken: the smart Zone.
He glanced. down at the ledge be-
fore leaving to see that no tell-tale
blood spots or bits of cloth were left.
A needless 'precaution-her woodcraft
was as fine al hisTown.
How she managed to. lead him. half
carry him, u Of the rocky and
i the rough banks Of Wolf Run to the
cabin Of the three gables she never
knew. Neither did he. 1t always
remained a matter of wonder to him.
Who does know the source of power
that mysterious augmentation of
strength-that comes to a woman in
a crisisl
He stood the exertion better than
she had thought he would-rather.
he bore it, and gave no sign. No great
attention was paid to the trail. now
was little likelihood that the ground
would be gone over again.
She led him into the house and to
the sofa in the main room; the queer
little leather-covered bed that had
stirred his curiosity the afternoon OF
his first visit two days before.
The old man was not in the romo.
She must have caught his eyes
searching for him.
|'Daddy? ," She. answered to the eyes.
He often spends. hours away.
Therell be little pass in the woods to-
day that he won't see, though nobody
will see him. Poor Daddy"
She was putting a pillow under his
head-the beautiful pillow with the
hpicture Of the man and woman at the
well worked upon 1t. He caught the
his big nand and laid It upon hers.
We'll send for that surgeon to-
morrow" he said. Z
He closed hin hand on hers, and
she did not take it away-not for a
wonderful moment.
Then the hand slipped out from UNI
der his and he heard her quick steps
going toward the kitchen: 1t was the
boldest thing the Pearlhunter had
sting Of his wound in contemplation
of it. |
She was back in a moment, carry
ling a pan Of water, fresh bandages.
and a Formidable blocking brown bot.
tle-camphor, the universal first aid
in the Flatwoods. The blood-soaked
nandages were deity removed and
the brown bottle.
Il am sorry to hurt you" she said
"But it will keep the fever down"
you're the doctor" was his slow
answer.
She uncorked the bottle andy APP
piled some Of its. contents to the
wound with a bftIof cotton. Hurt!
1t hurt 80 that he laughed. It's in
hnite1y. better than crying: and the
droll twist Of his face and laughed
ltoo-iaughed ven while her eye,
were half misty with sympathy.
4. "Anythihg to get ready tor to.
night" he grinned. under the bite o,
the powerful antiseptic. !
.,Toni1ht:" she repeated Slankls
Wy y m yaa 'sRourh. tn'n ssr 7,htn.. Il;
pend on tonight"
she saw 4 sfsrnness gather M hi
eyes. "He'lllthink I've left the FIAT
woodA,r he muttered on, more to him.
self than to her. ATS what he's beer
waitins, for. His sarne-tonisht!-
and"
The girl saw the ringers Of III. RICH,
less quite unconsciously-while thu
punched and swelled; but the full
p %san %,:.. q sh .ns, mu''Fr'd words hap
=. Can YOU stand more eamDhor''
."IIl swim I'M IT. II II will get m,
,iup.,'
The girl laughed, mpistened til,
cotton and laid IL on the wound. HI
did mot even VINCE. The sting Of Il
had become to him a necessity. tn,
grateful means to an end that mus
be accomplished. without tonigh,
there could be no tomorrow. 81,
saturated more Of the cotton, laid Il
on the cash and banda6ed II there
drew the blouse back into pace
spoothed the pillow under Ms head
and vent to the Kitchen, J
He heard the rattle Of the stove
and knew that she was preparins hin
sonsthing TO Ast. y moved him. 70,
he knew-hoy pitiful littie that kitch,
~ hsid. and yet she III going Il