American Fork citizen. [volume] (American Fork, Utah) 1912-1979, 1921-02-19

'"uSh Ddnks OF Won Kun to the CAbin
or the three gables she never knew.
Neither did he. II always remained n
matter OF wonder TO him. Who does
know the source OF power--that mys.
ferrous augmentation Of strength-that
comes to woman In crisls1
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 room.
She must have caught his eyes search.
ing for him.
"Daddy2" she answered to the eyes
lie often spends hours away. There'll
be little pass In the woods today that
he won't see. though nobody will see
him. Poor Daddy"
"We'll send for that surgeon tomor.
row." he said
She was back In n moment, carrying
. pan OF water, fresh bandagcs. and a
formidable-looking brown bottle-cam.
phor, the universe! first aid In the
Flatwoods. The blood soaked ban.
dagcs were deity removed and the
wound rc-wnshed. She picked up the
brown bottle.
y am sorry to hurt you" she said.
but 1t will keep the fever down."
You're the doctor" was his slow
answer.
She uncorked the bottle and applied
some Of Its contents to the wound with
a bit Of cotton. Hurt II hurt SO that
he laughed.
Anything TO get ready for tonight"
he grinned. under the bite Of the pow
erful antiseptlc.
Tonight" she repeated blankly.
"why. you mustn't think"
II must. though. Big things depend
on tonight" She saw q sternness
gather In his eyes. Hell think I've
left the Flatwoods." he muttered on.
more to himself than to her. "It's
what he's been waiting for. His game !!
tonight !-and-!"
The girl saw the fingers Of his right
! hand clench against his palm--dOubt.
less quite unconsciously the
knotted ridges Of his great forearm
punched and swelled; but the full
meaning OF the muttered words hap.
PLY missed her.
"Can you stand more camphorf" she
asked.
"I'il swim In It, II Il will get me up."
The girl laughed. moistened the cot
ton and laid II on the wound. He did
not even vince. The sting Of II had
become TO him q necessity. the crate.
full means TO an end that must be &C.
compllshed. without tonight there
could be no tomorrow. She saturated
more Of the cotton. laid II on the gasll
and bandaged II there. drew the blouse
back into place. smoothed the pillow
under his head and went to the
kitchen.
lie heard the rattle OF the stove. and
knew that she was preparing hin
something TO eat. II moved him, fol-
he knew how pitiful little that kitchen
1 held, and yei she was going to share
Il with him--the best Of it-share u
with smile, and the grace OF prin
| cess. He swore to himself that there
, should be food In that kitchen t0mOr
! row.
She was back In q surprisingly shor'
| time. bearing a tray Of such food as
she bad been able to prepare hastily
seine roth. crisp toast, a poached egg
ard black coffee.
lie was sound asleep.
| She tiptoed back to the kitchen. Sc
the tray on the stove hearth where u
would keep warm. re-entered the room
drew q chair up beside the sofa, an'
kept the buzzing flies away from hli
face while he slept.
Noon came and passed. Severn
| times she went 10 the kitchen to men'
the fire and keep the tray warm man,
time she slipped from window q
window, and listened nj the doors fo
sound OF the hunters that somewhere
combcd the woods. The shadow
turned eastward and still the maj
slept. The day had worn away to mid
afternoon when he tossed restlessl.
and flung his right arm above his head
The movement seemed 10 provoke I'll,
hurt. lie came awake-wlth the quicl
intuition of the woodsman knew h
had slept long. He started to rise
She sprang up and laid her hand OIL
his shoulder.
"But ! mustn't impose on you iik
this" he protested.
Didn't you say little bit ago tina
| was the doctor|
That dry smile that always stnrte'
In his eyes hrst. crawled out acros
his face.
Then | command you TO stay RICH
where you are" she answered 10 IN
slow smile, rs she hurried out TO tn
kitchen and carried In the tray.
She sat down beside him on III
couch. fixed his arm easy In the sims
nut sugar In the black coffee, and eve
buttered his toast, The Pearlhunte
had never lived In such luxury.
was q dream--like some Of the storie
of foiries and enchanted palaces hi
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