Fulton County tribune. (Wauseon, Ohio) 1883-1925, 1921-08-04

drawled-"go on about yore business,
mister"
The baggageman went about his
business.
The conductor of the fast train was
very unlike the conductor of the north
bound. When he mad learned some
thing of the circumstances, he insinu-
right thing. He would see whether
there was doctor aboard.
Within five more minutes he re-
turned in company with an elderly
man wearing pointed beard and nose
glasses.
Doctor Mckenzie he said polite
Iy; MIR. -"
Dale"
The two nodded, and the physician
knelt beside the litter, which had been
placed with its ends on boxes to allow
the center to swing free. He made as
thorough an examination as was pos
sible under the conditions, then arose
and stood looking down upon the
young woman with something like ad-
miration in his sober, professional
eyes.
Perfect physique" he said as
though to himself. "She will
have to undergo an operation" he told
Dale. 1.-The bone there is broken in
slightly, making a compression; she
will doubtless be unconscious until the
pressure is relieved. But she has fine
chances for a quick and entire recov-
cry, with a good surgeon on the job.
so there's not much ground for worry.
Dale was glad. They were all glad.
Ben LittIeford laughed nervously in
his sudden joy. He went down to his
knees beside his daughter, took up
one of her limp hands and strOked 1t
in a way that was pitiful.
When he arose he spoke cordially
to Moreland. But Moreland didn't re-
ply. He still looked upon his old en-
emy with contempt.
Doctor Mckenzie was leaving the
train at the next town of importance,
and he would wire Doctor Braemer to
meet them with an ambulance, if Dale
wished. 1i
'If you please" said Dale.
They reached the city shortly before
midnight, and were promptly met by
the surgeon. Braemer took charge of
the patient, put her into his ambu-
! lance and hurried her to his private
hospital Bill Dale and the two clan
chiefs followed in an automobile. The
| hillmen had never before seen an au-
tomobile; but they asked no questions
about it, and the only word of COM
ment was this, from John Moreiand 4:
81 don't like the SMELL"
Everything had been made ready for
the operation. and Babe received sur
gical aid without delay.
The two mountaineers and Dale
waited in another room. Dale had in
duced John Moreland to unload his
rifle, both chamber and magazine.
Babes father paced the floor anxious
ly now and then. Moreland sat like
a stone, with his empty rifle between
his knees, and watched his old enemy
queerly.
mer came to them and told them smil-
ingly that it was all over and that the
girl was then coming from under the
effects of the ether. She would be all
right soon, he was reasonably certain
No, they'd better not see her just then
But perhaps they gould see her at
some time during the afternoon of the
following day.
Dale escorted his two companions
to a modest hotel and then put them
lin a room that had but one bed; by
thus throwing them together .in q
strange land, he hoped to do some
thing toward making them friends
Then Dale went to another room, un,
dressed and went to bed.
1t may be noted, parenthetically as
it were, that John Moreland and Ben
Littleford quickly reached a wordless
agreement not to sleep together-they
divided the pillows and linens evenly
tore the odd coverlet exactly in half
and slept on the floor.
When Dale went down to the lobby
the following morning an alert-eyed
young fellow sprang from a chair and
hastened up to him.
"By George, Bobby" Dale ex
claimed. as they began to shake hands
How did you know l was here, any.
way? Your boaSted nose for news
eh?"
Guilty" smiled McLaurin. II goi
word last night that a mountain gir
had been brought to Braemers, acci
dentally shot, and l smelled a feud; ST
| hurried over to get the story. YOU
had just left, and Braemer's didn't
know much about it. 1t was too Soor
after the operation, they said, for hel
to see me; then one of the nurses
whispered to me that you had brought
her, and said that would find you here
So here L am, Bill, and l want the
story. I'll phone 1t in, and then III
give you some news"
'"rhe story mustn't be published
Bobby" Dale replied. For one rea
son, there is a feud; and if the law
knew, it might take a hand-you see
L think there is a better way to take
care of that feud. And l am of tho
opinion that the girl wouldn't like the
publicity. Suppose you forget al
about it, Bobby.
If McLaurin was disappointed, he
kept it well to himself.
They said she was handsome, s
sort of primitive Venus" he winked
rs there a romance connected, Bill?
Not yet" smiled Dale.
But SOon?"
WHO can tell?" Dale shrugged 9
little. Tell me the news"
''All right" McLaurin drew his
friend toward a pair of empty chairs
Il married Patricia Clavering the day
before yesterday. We"
Bully! Go on"
I'VE were married in an automobile
with her father and poor dear Harry
chasing us like wildtire in another car
yesterday we went to housekeeping il
ii ""tn little suburban bungalow, furnI.
a.