Cleveland County herald., 1921-01-06
She picked up the

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 T 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 and applied some of its contents to the wound with a bit of cotton. Hurti It hurt so that he laughed.
 Anything to get ready for tonight, :" he grinned, under the bite of the pow erful antiseptic.
 "Tonight!'' she repeated bfankly. ''Why, you mustn't think"
 T must, though. Big things depend on tonight" She saw 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 gamei tonight I-snd-p
 The girl saw the fingers of his right hand clench against his paln-doubt- less quite unconsciously-whi the knotted ridges of his great forearm punched and swelled; but the full meaning of the muttered words hap oily missed her.
 Gan you stand more camphor?" she asked.
 'Ill swim in 1t, if 1t will get me up."
 The girl laughed, moistened the cot ton and laid it on the wound. He did not even vince. The sting of it had become to him a necessity, the grate- full means to an end that must be ac- complished. Without tonight there could be no tomorrow. She saturated more of the cotton. laid it on the gash and bandaged it there, drew the blouse back into place, smoothed the pillow under his head and went to the kitchen.
 He heard the rattle of the stove, and knew that she was preparing him something to eat. It moved him, for he knew how pitiful little that kitchen held, and yet she was going to share it with him--the best of it-share it with smile, and the grace of a prn- cess. He swore to himself that there should be food in that kitchen tomor- row.
 She was Lack in surprisingly short time, bearing tray of such food as she had been able to prepare hastily some lroth, crisp toast, poached egg, and black coffee.
 He was sound asleep.
 She tiptoed back to the kitchen, set the tray on the stove hearth where 1t would keep warm, re-entered the room, drew a chair up beside the sofa, and kept the buzzing flies away from his face while he slept.
 Noon came and passed. Several times she went to the kitchen to mend the fire and keep the tray warm; many a time she slipped from window to window, and listened at the doors for sound of the hunters that somewhere eombed the woods. The shadows turned eastward and still the man slept. The day had worn away to mid afternoon when he tossed restlessly and flung his right arm above his head. The movement seemed to provoke the hurt. He came awake-with the quick intuition of the woodsman knew he had slept long. He started to rise. She sprang up and laid her hand on his shoulder.
 "But I mustn't impose on you like this" he protested.
 'Didn't you say little bit ago that I was the doctor?"
 That dry smile that always started in his eyes first, crawled out across his face.
 'Then I command you to stay right where you are," she answered to the slow smile, as she hurried out to the kitchen and carried in the tray.
 She sat down beside him on the couch, fixed hls arm easy in the sling, put sugar In the black coffee. and even buttered his toast. The Pearlhunter had never lived in such luxury. It was a dream-like some of the stories of fairies and enchanted palaces his mother used to tell of years ago in the long winter evenings on the house. boat He half feared that he might not really be awake; that, after all, 1t might turn out to be some trick, like that of the gorge that closed.
 She rose, pushed away the table and helped him back upon the couch.
 "Try to sleep" she said, while the pillow under his head.