Sullivan republican. [volume] (Laporte, Pa.) 1883-1896, 1894-10-26

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It was undoubtedly the fact that he
had taken a severe cold during the
camping out expedition from which
he had just returned, and that this
cold had been proof, so far, at least,
against all the remedies Mrs. Renwick
had used.
"Oh, dear! oh, dear |" sighed tho
mother. ''Why don't the doctor
come? Joyce, look out Of the win
dew! See if there are any signs OF
him."
"The doctorp" calculated Captain
Renwick, raising himself on one elbow
among his pillows. tYou don't say
you have sent for doctor?"
"Why, of course have!" said Mrs.
Renwick-"for Doctor Barton, from
Nylesburg."
ga snuff taking old fend, who will
doese me with calomel, and export
ment on me with every one Of the hun
dred-year-old drugs in his saddle
bags!" cried the captain. II won't
see him!
''Dear Kennethl" pleated Joyce.
"My son |" sobbed Mrs. Renwick.
"No!" calculated Kenneth. "I'll
be hanged if I do! despise doctors,
anyway And what sort of a medical
man do you imagine would perch him
self up hero on the boughs of those
everlasting pines?"
':Kenneth, you must gee him! !" said
Mrs. Renwick.
Mother, won't" stoutly declared
the rebel.
"But what will ho think2"
"What he pleases. 1t will matter
little to you or me what he thinks"
said Kenneth. can I know is, that
he shnn't cross this threshold Give
him his fec and tell him to be gono ~
Mrs. Renwick and Joyce locked de-
spairingly at each other. Undoubtedly
tho captain was master of the situation
If he choose to set the doctor and his
gallipots at defiance, what was to be
done?
All that moment, however, thero
was slight rustic down stairs.
"The doctor has como !" cried Joyce,
excitedly, "with such pretty little
horse and phaetor. Oh, Ken. I'm sure
he isn't old, and he don't take snuff
Oh, I'm 80 sorry I didn't catch n
glimpse of him."
''He has come, has he?" said the
captain. "Then tell him to go about
his business"
Mrs. Ogden, the fat landlady, put
in her head at this juncture.
"Please, mem, the DOCTOR" said
she.
"Tell him" hoarscly shouted Ken
meth, flinging the pillows right and
left.
But before he could complete his
sentence the door opened and q tall
young lady, in blue cloth ulster and
pretty plumed hat, came in, with a
flat morocco case in her hand.
''Miss Perry!" he exclaimed, star
ing at her from the sofa, with face
suddenly lighted into new brightness
and enthusiasm. elbow kind of you
to remember me! You are acquainted
with my mother, are you notp Joyce,
this is Miss Perry"
The tall young lady looked COM
posedly around her.
81 am sorry to hear of your illness,
Captain Renwick," said che. "We
must see what we can do for YOU"
"But." added Kenneth, stretching
his neck to get look at the door,
which was still slightly aiar, "where is
the doctor? They told me he was
coming up"
The beautiful blonde sat down and
gently took Kenneth Renwick's wrist
in her delicate fingers.
II am the doctor" said she. ''Have
the goodness to remain quite still for
a few moments while l ascertain the
pulse and temperature.
Captain Renwick was struck dumb.
An electric thrill seemed to dart
through every pulse and vein. But
Joyce's eyes sparkled, and the dim
pies came out around her mouth.
'You!" she cried. "A doctor?"
Doctor Barton nodded, still intent
on the enameled face of her watch.
''Pernella Barton. They call me
Perry for short. Captain Renwick
always called me Miss Perry. I don't
believe he knew I had any other name. -
"And you are really doctor ?" said
Joyce. ''Oh, Kenneth, how fortun,
ate!"
Doctor Barton examined her pa.
tient's tongue, listened at his lungs
and made some abstruse hieroglyphics
IN her notebook. Then she measured
out some gray powders in infinitesi
NAL papers, and left herr directions in
the most business-like way in the
world.
II shall look in again this even
ing" she said. 'tIt seems to be moth
ing more than severe cold. But
do not intend that it shall gain any
headway."
II put myself entirely in you,
CHARGE sail Captain Renwick, will
q contented air. 'Tm perfectly Ger
tain that shall get we'll"
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