The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1921-02-17


threading her fine hair as they had
loved to do when she was little
child.
She sank 10 her knees beside him,
and at last she looked up In his face.
Forgive me, my father" she whis-
pered..
Tie kissed her forehead and strug.
gled with his voice. I'VE all make
mistakes, Beulah." he said. IL have
made mine this % years, and there
there Is the pricer
His words turned Beulah's thought
to Allan, and the necessity for action
brought her TO her feet. we must
save him." she cried. I'VE must and
we will! Is the policeman gomez We
must have the best doctors from Cal.
gary" Looking about she found that
Grey and Arthurs had left the room.
They had slipped out to leave father
and child alone with their emotion.
but she found them nj the front of the
house.
She seized the policeman by the
arm. you must get us a doctor-the
best doctor in the country she plead.
ell. I'VE will spare nothing"
MY guest, Miss Harris, Sergeant
Grey" said Arthurs, and the police
man deity converted her grasp into a
hand shake.
mir. Arthurs has told me the in
jured man is your brother. He shall
want for nothing. And the sooner !
go the sooner you will have help"
So saying he rode down to the gate,
thanked the cowboy who had been
keeping an eye on the prisoner. and
the two started of at smart trot
down the trail.
Reulah returned to the house to min
lister to her brother, but Mrs. Arthurs
stopped her on the stairs.
Your mother knows" she said.
They are both In the room with AL
lam"
Her first impulse was to rush In and
complete the family circle, but some
fine sense restrained her. For distrac-
ton she plunged into the task of pre-
pairing breakfast.
At length they came down. Beulah
saw them on the stairs, and knew that
the gulf was bridged.
ALLAN is better" her mother said,
when she saw the girl. He has asked
for you" And the next minute Beu-
lab was on her knees by the white
bed. caressing the locks that would fall
over the pale forehead.
How did | get here, BeulahT' he
whispered. How did we all get heref
What has happenedT"
"You have been hurt. Allan" she
said. You have been badly hurt, but
you are going to get well again. When
you are stronger we will talk about ii,
but at present you must lie still and
rest
Lie still and rest" he repeated.
How good 1t is to lie still and rest !"
Later in the day the pain in his
wound began TO give much discomfort.
but he was able to swallow some por-
came easily. His father stayed about
the house, coming every little while
TO look In upon son and daughter, and
as Allan's great constitution gave ev-
idence of winning the fight deep hap
piness came upon John Harris. He
was able to sleep for "A short time,
and In the afternoon suggested a walk
with his wife. Beulah saw that they
were arm In arm as they disappeared
In the trees by the river.
~ haven't told you all yet" Harris
said TO her. 81 have done even worse
than you suppose. but in some way II
doesn't seem so bad today. Last night
was in Gethsemane."
II was strange to hear a word sug-
gestive of religion from his lips. Har-
ris had not renounced religion he had
merely been too busy for II. But this
word showed that his mind had been
travelling back over old tracks.
"And today we are In Olivet." she
answered. tenderly. "What matters II
If everything's all right?"
"If only Allan" he faltered.
"Allan will get WELL" she said.
"Wben he could withstand the first
shock he will get we'll. OF course, he
must have attention, but he is In the
right place for that"
"The Arthurs are wonderful people"
ne ventured, after a pause. MARY,
they have found something that we
missed"
But we have found II now. John.
We are going to take time TO live. That
Is where we made our mistake"
There was another pause, broken
only by the rustic Of leaves and the
rushing of the river.
"Beulah was right" he said, at last.
"Beulah is a wonderful girl. and a
beautiful"
"She will not be wanting TO go back
home with u.s." said the mother.
$50 much the better Mary, Mary.
we have no home TO go back tor
She looked at him with sudden
puzzled. half-frightened expression.
mo home. John? No home? You
don't mean thatT