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the cellar—while he was gone. They were
she had waited another moment gangrene trying to get it out.'
would have set in." She felt critically Aunt Fiske rocked placidly.
of her right side. "Oh!" she sighed dis“But where were your pearls ?"
consolately, "If Mr. Jerome had not gone "1-er-didn't wear them that night, on that trip! Why should he have given after all," Aunt Fiske admitted. "I found Charlotte an opal? They are so unlucky! 'em two days after in the medicine closet. Think what has happened since she's had There's someone at the door. Probably it!" it's the parson-or Jack-" .
When Mrs. Jerome finally had been “Or both," smiled Charlotte, tremu made more comfortable, she ordered: lously, as she held up her sweet face to
room, please, Susan. Aunt Fiske to be kissed.
Don't come to me until I ring. I'm going to try to sleep off some of my de
pression. Mrs. Jerome had 'phoned to the home
A short time later Mrs. Jerome again of her maid, Susan, as
As Susan entered the room and reached the city. Luckily the girl was in. pulled up the shade so that she could see, Mrs. Jerome directed the girl to go to the
her eyes widened with quick alarm as she house of her employer at once.
looked at Mrs. Jerome's pale, worn face. She had been in a highly nervous con
“It's chronic appendicitis, Susan, and I dition when she left the Ten Oaks Ranch, only found out a short time ago that I and the gloom of the empty rooms did
have it," she harped. not tend to lessen this condition; she con
"You don't seem to have any fever, fided everything to the faithful Susan. Mrs. Jerome,” ventured Susan.
"It was our misfortune to have been “No-no-no fever?"—with a slow, born with an appendix. Mrs. Farrel's
hesitating movement of the head. “Mrs. you don't know her, Susan-was removed
Farrel didn't have fever either; but she at the psychological moment. She has it
would have died if they hadn't taken her where she can look at it whenever she appendix out. Send for the doctor quickwants to, and she doesn't have to worry
ly. Minutes, even seconds count. Hurry, for fear she'll swallow a seed or some
Susan! Go to the White's next door and thing. It is in a bottle of alcohol. Her
Her 'phone. Mercy! It's eleven o'clock!" husband paid Dr. Hoffman Gordon one
“You didn't say as to who you wanted, thousand dollars for the operation. Mr.
M'm. Did you want Doctor Bryce?” Farrel says that a thousand dollars is en
“No! It's a wonder I'm alive after tirely too much to pay—so she told me.
having had that old-timer so long. I I think most men are such ungrateful must have a sub-normal temperature, creatures."
sighing her fatigue. “I feel all a-flutter She twisted in her seat; and the alarm
and strange. I'm so sorry I went to the ed Susan asked:
house party!” "Have you a pain now, Ma'am?"
After Susan had 'phoned and suc"No."' Mrs Jerome's eyelids quivered ceeded in getting the doctor, she returnslightly, but her gaze was unswerving.
ed to the bedroom. "Speaking of operations set me to think “Did you get him?" ing of my side. It does feel
“Yes'm. He'll be here immediately.” “A cup of tea and toast would set you
"You shall have extra pay on your up," Susan suggested. “And then if next pay-day, Susan, for all you've done you'd get into your kimono and slippers --if I live. If I don't,” sadly— "tell and let down your hair, I'd brush it for the Jerome family it was my wish. I inyou. think it's more nervousness than
tended to have the operation tomorrow; anything else"
but no doubt it should be done at once.' "No special soreness," Mrs Jerome "Would you mind, M'm ?- I have a murmured, following her own train of thermometer with me. Let me take your thought. “But Mrs. Farrel said that she temperature. It must be either above or didn't have any; and after the operation below normal for you to have appendiciPortor Hoffman Gordon told her that if tis. I was in training, M'm, for six months
at the Hospital, and that's what I re did not anticipate, today, as we were momember."
toring in, that your case was so urgent.” “Mrs. Farrel says not. She didn't have Her lips narrowed to a thin, white line. any change in temperature," replied the “Make arrangements at once,
she invalid, pushing back her hair with an commanded, determinedly, rising on her abstracted gesture. "If an appendix has elbow, "and I'll sign whatever you have to be such a bother, why wasn't it put for me to sign.” where it's easily gotten at?"
Susan and Doctor Hoffman Gordon asSusan made no answer, but placed the sisted her. thermometer beneath Mrs. Jerome's “Now, lie perfectly flat, Mrs. Jerome. tongue, and after several moments re Don't move that side any more than you moved the instrument. Janice Jerome's can possibly help. Leave all the argaze followed uneasily as her maid man rangements to me, and you'll not be euvered to get exactly the correct light sorry.
” for reading the scale.
Janice Jerome bit her lips to keep back "Absolutely normal, Mrs. Jerome.” the tears.
"But I feel so badly! It must be my “This is the first time I have ever done appendix,” she replied as she turned to anything without consulting Mr. Jerome; the wall. How I wish Mr. Jerome were but I'll do just as you say, Doctor," she home!”
replied, docilely, for she was beginning to Susan's thoughts coincided; but Doc- feel the polite antagonism in his manner. tor Hoffman Gordon had been summoned. "If
and Mrs. Farrel were not such A half-hour later he entered the room, his near friends and had not talked so freely well-groomed figure and genial smile ra about her case, my professional delicacy diating confidence. As he crossed to would not have allowed me to mention her where the invalid lay, she, too, felt as did name in this matter; but you and she her friend, Mrs. Farrel. Doctor Bryce are so near and dear to each other, I was surely a professional pessimist com know you'll understand when I tell you pared with Doctor Hoffman Gordon. He that your case is much worse than hers. counted her pulse and took her tempera Fifteen hundred dollars is a reasonable ture not once, but twice. She watched fee, in this instance." him with wistful, melancholy eyes.
“But I haven't more than six hundred "What is it, Doctor ?" she asked. “Is dollars in the bank!” it as bad as Mrs. Farrel's case?"
"You can give me your cheque for six He feigned not to hear.
hundred dollars, and sign a note for the "You say that Mr. Jerome is away?"- balance. Of course, had your daughter as if going on with his thoughts.
remained my affianced wife, it would have Her eyes did not leave his face as she been 'all in the family', so to speak; and replied:
the expense would have been much “Yes. It will be three days before I lessget word to him, unless he has started "Hasn't she has she? She has ?” home."
Janice Jerome gibbered, incoherent in her “That's bad," said he, frowning. And amazement. again he paused.
He nodded. “I wish to know, Doctor," she said im "But we are not discussing Miss Charpatiently.
lotte—it is you of whom we must think. "Well, I think I'd better get you into Why worry your family?" he continued. the Hospital at once.
"In an hour, or less, you'll be off the A feeling of fear swept over her as she operating table. I'll go out and 'phone watched him making out a check for her for the ambulance while your little maid to sign. This finished, he wrote a state
looks after you.
At the same time, I'll ment-also for her signature. Then he call up the Hospital and make all necmotioned for Susan to act as a witness.
essary arrangements." “What we need in your case, Mrs. "What time is it, Doctor Gordon?" Jerome, is quick, decisive action," he "It is twelve o'clock-midnight; but said, patting her hand reassuringly. “I that need not worry you, my dear Mrs.
Jerome. Everything will be easily ar thought they'd make such a stunning ranged. At two o'clock, or a little later, feather turban; and I never dre-amed I will be here for you.'
that they were unlucky. Now I know; As soon as the door was closed, Janice and I'll burn every last feather!" Jerome asked for ink and paper, and It was after three o'clock when an wrote a holographic will. Then she broke ambulance rumbled to a stop before the into violent sobbing. She looked mourn Jerome home. There was the sound of fully at Susan through wet, silken lashes. hurried footsteps. A tap at the door sent
"My porch plants, the birds, and all the color from Janice Jerome's cheeks. the things I love! Who'll look after “The ambulance is here, Mrs. Jerome." them? Mr. Jerome and Charlotte have It was Dr. Hoffman Gordon who made each other; but,"
the announcement. “Don't jar that side, Susan tried as best she could to com Mrs. Jerome, or there'll be a penalty to fort.
"If you'll only 'phone Miss Jerome!" He went expertly about the business she pleaded.
of directing the ambulance men. Janice Janice Jerome shook her pretty head. Jerome, before she realized it, had been
“Never! My daughter has enough to lifted and placed upon the stretcher. fret her! I wonder why she broke her They carried her down the richly carengagement to Dr. Hoffman!”
peted stairs, through the hall, ghostly Susan busied herself gathering up the gray in the faint dawn, down the stepsnecessary things for Mrs. Jerome's suit Mrs. Jerome gave a last despairing
look at the place that shrined her heart "D—don't tell Mr. Jerome, Susan, that as the ambulance door closed, shutting I blame the black opal but I do. If I out her world, shutting in a badly frightdie, tell my daughter to bury it, or throw ened little woman who realized, at last, it into the ocean. Never let another Je- that she had been caught in the trap of rome wear it!"
her own credulity. Susan flushed.
Susan, gazing after the rapidly disap“Mrs. Jerome, please don't blame the pearing ambulance through a mist of opal. It's my-."
tears, did not for the moment observe the "Your what, Susan?"
shabby automobile that had drawn up to "My—my bunch of peacock feathers. I
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THE CALL FROM WOODLANDS
By B. J. Wyman
When the sun has lured the em'rald
From the verdure of the lea;
Then the city palls on me
Made melodious by bees,
Unseen whisper midst the trees-
And the waters murmur low;
Shaded nooks where mosses grow;
Where the ever-weary plod,
And in peace commune with God.
Exactly 52 years ago, in the August number
rude cabin on the outer edge of the of the Overland Monthly, Francis Bret Harte,
clearing. Conversation was carried on in editor of the magazine, published his "Luck of Roaring Camp," which was to place him, at
a low tone, but the name of a woman was once in the front rank of American fiction frequently repeated. It was name writers.
familiar enough in the camp: "Cherokee The story was to have been printed in the first
Sal." number of the Overland in July, 1868, but the publisher was apprehensive that the new note
Perhaps the less said of her the better. it struck would jar the sensibilities of the pioneer She was a coarse, and, it is to be feared, public.
a very sinful woman. But at that time Harte's literary judgment was sustained in she was the only woman in Roaring the verdict of the magazine's readers and the praise of Boston critics. The principal publish
Camp, and was just then lying in sore ing house of Boston at once offered to pay the
extremity, when she most needed the mineditor of the Overland Monthly his own price for istration of her own sex. Dissolute, abanall the stories he wished to send them, and it doned, and irreclaimable, she was yet soon became apparent that the Pacific Coast would find it difficult to meet the competition
suffering a martyrdom-hard enough to of the older centers for its famous author. The
bear even in the seclusion and sexual Overland Monthly paid Harte a salary of $5000 sympathy with which custom veils it—but a year and $100 for every story he contributed, now terrible in her loneliness. but it proved insufficient to retain the much
The primal curse had come to her in sought writer.
that original isolation, which must have
made the punishment of the first transHERE was commotion in Roaring gression so dreadful. It was, perhaps, T Camp. It could not have been å
part of the expiation of her sin, that at fight, for in 1850 that was not the moment when she most lacked her novel enough to have called together the sex's intuitive sympathy and care, she entire settlement. The ditches and claims met only the half-contemptuous faces of were not only deserted, but “Tuttle's" her masculine associates. Yet a few of grocery had contributed its gamblers, the spectators were, I think, touched by who, it will be remembered, calmly con her sufferings. Sandy Tipton thought it tinued their game the day that French was “rough on Sal," and in the contemPete and Kanake Joe shot each other to plation of her condition, for a moment death over the bar in the front room. rose superior to the fact that he had an The whole camp was collected before a ace and two bowers in his sleeve.
It will be seen, also, that the situation woman might have seen it from the rude was novel. Deaths were by no means un bunk whereon she lay—seen it winding common in Roaring Camp, but a birth like a silver thread until it was lost in was a new thing. People had been dis the stars above. missed from the camp effectively, finally, A fire of withered pine boughs added and with no possibility of return, but this sociably to the gathering. By degrees was the first time that any one had been the natural levity of Roaring Camp reintroduced ab initio. Hence the excite
turned. Bets were freely offered and ment.
taken regarding the result. Three to five "You go in there, Stumpy," said a that “Sal would get through with it;' prominent citizen known as “Kentuck,"
even, that the child would survive; side addressing one of the loungers. "Go in bets as to the sex and complexion of the there, and see what you kin do. You've coming stranger. In the midst of an exhad experience in them things."
citing discussion an exclamation came Perhaps there was fitness in the selec from those nearest the door, and the camp tion. Stumpy, in other climes, had been stopped to listen. Above the swaying and the putative head of two families; in moaning of the pines, the swift rush of fact, it was owing to some legal inform the river and the crackling of the fire, ality in these proceedings that Roaring rose a sharp querulous cry—a cry unlike Camp-a city of refuge—was indebted to anything heard before in the camp. The his company. The crowd approved the pines stopped moaning, the river ceased choice, and Stumpy was wise enough to to rush, and the fire to crackle. It seemed bow to the majority. The door closed on as if Nature had stopped to listen, too. the extempore surgeon and midwife, and
The camp rose to its feet as one man! Roaring Camp sat down outside, smoked
It was proposed to explode a barrel of its .pipe, and awaited the issue.
gunpowder, but, in consideration of the The assemblage numbered about a hun situation of the mother, better councils dred men.
One or two of these were prevailed, and only a few revolvers were actually fugitives from justice, some were discharged; for, whether owing to the criminal, and all were reckless. Physically, rude surgery of the camp, or some other they exhibited no indication of their past reason, Cherokee Sal was sinking fast. lives and character. The greatest scamp
Within an hour she had climbed, as it had a Raphael face, with a profusion of were, that rugged road that led to the blond hair; Oakhurst, gambler, had the stars, and so passed out of Roaring Camp, melancholy air and intellectual abstrac its sin and shame forever. I do not think tion of a Hamlet; the coolest and most that the announcement disturbed them courageous man was scarcely over five much, except in speculation as to the fate feet in height, with a soft voice and an
of the child. "Can he live now?" was embarrassed, timid manner. The term
asked of Stumpy. The answer was “rough” applied to them was a distinction doubtful. The only other being of rather than a definition. Perhaps in the Cherikee Sal's sex and maternal condiminor details of fingers, toes, cars, etc.,
tion in the settlement was an ass. There the camp may have been deficient, but was some conjecture as to fitness, but the these slight omissions did not detract from experiment was tried. It was less probtheir aggregate force. The strongest man lematical than the ancient treatment of had but three fingers on his right hand; Romulus and Remus, and apparently as the best shot had but one eye.
successful. Such was the physical aspect of the
When these details were completed, men that were dispersed around
the which exhausted another hour, the door cabin.
was opened, and the anxious crowd, The camp lay in a triangular valley, which had already formed themselves into between two hills and a river. The only a square, entered in single file. Beside outlet was a steep trail over the summit the low bunk or shelf, on which the figure of a hill that faced the cabin, now illum of the mother was starkly outlined below inated by the rising sun. The suffering the blankets, stood a pine table. On this