The Homesteader. Micheaux Oscar

when I am injured or in danger." She was silent. She didn't know how to answer, or that there was to be any answer.

      "Has a doctor been here?"

      "Yes."

      "What did he seem to think of it?"

      "He said your wound was serious, but not fatal."

      "Did he say I could get up soon?"

      "He didn't say, Jean; but I don't think it would be wise." He groaned.

      "Now you must be patient and not fret yourself into a fever," she said seriously.

      "But I have so much work to do."

      "That will have to wait. Your health is first," she said firmly.

      "But the work should be done," he insisted.

      "But you must consider your health before you can even think about the work."

      He groaned again. She was thoughtful. She was considerate, and she could see that he would worry about his work and injure himself or risk fever.

      "I'll speak to papa, and perhaps George can take your place for a few days, a week or until you can get out."

      "You are so kind, Agnes," he said then. "You are always so thoughtful. I don't know how I can accept all you do for me."

      "Please hush—don't mention it." She arose and presently returned with her father.

      "Ah-ha," he always greeted. "So you've come to. Thought something would show up in that 'bargain.'"

      "Please don't, father," admonished Agnes, frowningly.

      "I'll look after everything while you are down, old man," said Stewart. "I'll start the horses you've been working this afternoon. Aggie has explained everything. I understand."

      "I'm so thankful," he said, then closing his eyes, and a few minutes later had fallen asleep.