And how the whole town would talk and laugh! "Hiram Ranger, he begat a fool!" Schulze, with proper equipment, redressed and rebandaged the wound, and left, after cautioning the young man not to move the sick arm.

"You'll be all right to strum the guitar and sport a diamond ring in a fortnight at the outside," said he.

At the door he lectured Adelaide: "For God's sake, Miss Ranger, don't let his mother coddle him.

He's got the makings of a man like his father--not as big, perhaps, but still a lot of a man.
Give him a chance! Give him a chance! If this had happened in a football game or a fox-hunt, nobody would have thought anything of it.

But just because it was done at useful work, you've got yourself all fixed to make a fearful to-do." How absurdly does practice limp along, far behind firm-striding theory! Schulze came twice that day, looked in twice the next day, and fussed like a disturbed setting-hen when his patient forestalled the next day's visit by appearing at his office for treatment.