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Title: Nevada City High School - The Quill (371.QUI.1910)(1910) Collection Type: Directories and Documents Collection Name: Yearbooks Catalog #: 371.QUI.1910 Author: Nevada City High School Published: 1910 # of Pages: 76 Download PDF: User Login Required Download OCR Text: User Login Required

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Original Held At: Searls Historical Library Location: 161 Nevada City Hwy, Nevada City, CA 95959

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a _ 12 THE QVILL fear, shied elaborately, and only tre doctor’s good generalship prevented a collision with the boxes znd barrels piled up in front of Mason’s general store. The doctor was angry. The sight of an automobie always made him so, and he swore silently as he drove’ up the street. “That's the kind of a horse sou want, “Doc,” said Nick Turner, the local automobile agent, as the , hysician alighted in front of his office. ‘Now I can get you one like that for fif’-— “Not by a blank sight,” gfowled the doctor. “You couldn't give me one of ‘em,” and he entered his office and s!ammed the door after him, while Estelle ran up the street towards home. Young Turner had come to town as the first automobile agent, and had set up his headquarters in an old deserted store. But for some reason he had not gotten the orders he expected. No. one seemed to want to buy the first machine. He knew that if he could sell one to an influential man like the doctor, many others wou'd fo! low suit. Therefore he had attacked the doctor from every point: but the doughty old warrior had repelled him every time, until at last a sight of the young fellow brought ascowl to his face, and more than likely an epithet on hia lips. The young man smiled a wan smile and turning, walked up the street. As the physician entered h’s office the telephone bell clanged wildly. The doctor took down the receiver. “Hello!” ‘Hello is this Doctor Wells?” “Yes.” “This is Marshall at Quarry Hil’. O'd map Stone was taken ill at ten o'clock last night and has been getting worse and worse ever since. Come out a3 quick as you c1n, will you?” “All right.” He hung up the receiver, and picking up his bag started for the street. “Probably a case of typoid fever.”_he thought as he climbed into his buggy. As he turned into the street young Turner whizzed by in a red touring car. He, too, was called to Quarry Hill by a fractious gasoline engine. <5 : : It was sixteen miles to the hill, the day was warm, the horse slow. and the doctor did not drrive there until nearly noon. As he entered the yard young Jim Stone et him. “He's getting worse and worse,” he said in an awed undertone, and a groan from within confirmed the young fellow’s statement. “Take my horse out and_ feed him, Jim,” ordered the doctor as he disappeared within the house, and the young man comptied. It was an hour before the pain was sufficiently abated to permit Doctor Wells to stop work. He then put up some medicine, and after giving a few directions went into the dining room, where dinner awaited him. ‘How is he?” asked Jim, anxiously. “Better,” replied the doctor. “I think—” but a sharp, imperative knock interrupted him. He was standing by the door, so opened it himself, and a breathless lad handed him a note. He opened it and read, “Just got a telephone message that Estelle has been bitten by a_ rattlesnake. They have.