Sioux County pioneer. (Fort Yates, Sioux County, N.D.) 1914-1929, 1921-05-12

ahead of nursey. I had to blink hard
two or three times before could real
" make up my mind that the tip-toer
was Maisie Ann. She looked as IL she
might be the nurses understudy. She
had q nifty little lace cap on her thick
mop Of hair, and ! guess her apron
was meant to be nursey too, only It
was frilled and tucked to q fare-you.
well.
"You poor, poor boyi:' she cooed,
patting my pillow Just like my grand
mother used ito when was q little
kid and had the mumps or the measles.
"Are you still roaming around in. the
Oregon woods7"
That brought my dream, or one Of
them, back; the one about wandering
around in a forest Of Douglas Ar and
having to jump and dodge to keep the
big trees from falling on, me and
smashing ne
4 mo more woods for mine.'' said,
sort Of feebly. And then: "Where
am IT"
''You are III bed in the spare room
at Cousin Basil's. They wanted to
take You to the railroad hospital that
night, but when they telephoned up
here to try to find Mr.. Norcross,
Cousin Basil went right down and
brought you home with him in the am
bulance."
THAT night you say7" parroted.
ut was last night that the door fell
on me. wasn't it7''
| II don't know anything about door,
but the night that they found you AN
burnt and crippled, lying at the foot
Of your Office stairs. was three days
ago. You have been out Of your head
nearly all the time ever since"
"Burnt and crippled? What hap
pened to me, Maisie Ann?"
Nobody knows; not even the doc
tors. We've been hoping that some
day you'd be able to tell us. Can't
you tell me now, Jimmie r.
told her all there was to tell,
mumbling around among the words
the best could. Then she told me
how the headquarters Waterman had
found me about midnight; with my
right hand scorche1 black and the
rest Of me apparently dead and ready
to be buried. The ambulance surgeon
had insisted, and was still insisting,
that I had been handling a live wire
but there were no wires at all In the
lower hall. and nothing stronger than
an incandescent light current In the
entire office building. &.
Sand you say I've been here hang
ing on by my eyelashes for three days?
What has been going on In all that
time. Maisie Ann? Hasr,t' anybody
been here to see me7'
She gave little nod. Everybody,
nearly. Mr.. Van Britt has been up
every day, and sometimes twice day.
He has been awfully anxious for you
to come alive" ' isa
"But Mr.. Norcross7" queried.I
+ Hasn't he been up?'
I She shook her head and turned her
face away, and she was looking
straight out Of the window at the set
kting sun when. she asked, "When was
the last time you saw Mr.. Norcross,'
Jimmie 2"
choked little over big scare
that seemed to rush up out of the
bed-clothes to smother me. But I
made out to answer her question, tell
ing her how Mr.. Norcross had left the
office maybe half an hour or SO before
did, that night, going uptown with.
Mr.. Ripley. Then l asked her why
Il eho ySfas7H <r, He,
Because nobody has seen him since
a little later that same night" she
said /saying it very softly and with
aout turning her head. And then: "Mr.:;
Van Britt found a letter from Mr..
NOrcross on his desk the next morning.
It was just little typewriter note,.
on Hotel Billiard letter sheet, say
ing that he had made up his mind
that the Pioneer Short Line wasn't
worth fighting for, and that he was
resignipg and taking the midnight
train for the East =
sat straight up IN bed; 1 should
have had to do It II both arms had
been burnt to crisp clear to the
should ers. 81 IS
Resigned gave up and ran away?
don't believe that for q single min
ute, Maisie Ann y I burst out.
She was shaking her head again,
still without turning her face 50 that
| could see It. BIC 3
'I-Pm afraid It's Oh, true, Jimmies
There. were two kilograms that came
to Mr.. Norcross the night he went