Shepherdstown register. [volume] (Shepherdstown, Va. [W. Va.]) 1849-1955, 1895-07-11
NEW VOL. 3O--NO. 3S.
looking in at the door.
"Will hep" Mr.. Whistler repeated
the question grimly.

looking IN al the doof.
"Will hep" Mr.. Whistler repeated
the question grimly.
Yes, sir, he will" replied Earle,
firmly. q may as well get meal out
of him, anyway, for I'm very hungry,
reasoned the boy.
Presently bell rang. Mr.. Whistler
arose, and nodding to Earle to follow
him, led the way to a long, low-ceiled
room, with table daintily laid for
two in an alcove at one end.
No words were exchanged between
the master of the house and his guest
while the meal progressed, but Earle
ate heartily of every dish, familiar or
strange, which the cOlOred servant
passed to him.
As they returned to the study to-
gether Mr.. Whistler remarked, 80
you think your father is the best doc
tor in the land !"
Il know he is" Earle replied, with
decision.
After that silence reigned for time.
Mr. Whistler stretched himself out
upon cool, leather lounge, and pre-
pared to take his after-dinner nap.
Earle leaned back in the sleepy hollow
chair which he had selected, resolved
to wait till his host should wake up
again.
The nap of the master of the house
was half an hour long; Earle's was
longer by twenty minutes, and during
that time Mr.. Whistler sat at his table
thinking, with that rosy, innocent,
determined young face as the text for
hi, meditation. When Earle awoke
his host was regarding him earnestly
and not severely. In Mr. Whistlers
hand was roll of crisp greenbacks.
1T is evidently the only way to dis
pose of you" he said, while faint
smile PLAYED about his white lips.
Receipt that bill, take the money and
be of, or you won't get home before
dark.
Earle was very wide awake Instant
ly. He signed the bill and gravely
handed it over to Mr. Whistler, after
carefully counting the money.
zone hundred dollaIs-yes, that g
right" he said, quite as if he were
used to handling such sums 81
think you'll feel better now you have
paid it, sir. Goodby."
Get out No, come back T. roared
the singular old man. Earle halted
on the door sill. Mr.. Whistler had
risen, and was stalking toward HIM,
the folds Of his dressing-gown waving
as he moved. His eyes were twink
ling, and he was certainly smiling, as
he placed a hand on Earle's shoulder.
"No, you young rascal don feel
better. | feel worse think ! am
going to need your fatherprofessonally
again. Go home and tell him so. Tell
him, now that I've thought about it,
that | admit | did him injustice, and
ask him to pardon an irritable, ner-
vous old man. And you You come
and take dinner with me often-often.
Maybe we shall be great friends yet"
Maybe, sir, replied Earle, cheer
fully. "I'll come anyway, for l Just
enjoyed my dinner" With that he
ran off eager to find his father.
DR.. Thatcher, jogging hOmeward to
belated supper, heard some vigorous
hallooing behind him, and looking back
beheld bis son charging down the dusty
road, waving something in his uplifted
hand.
1--WE got it, Mr. Whistler's mon
ey - was all he could pant out as he
climbed up by his fathers side, but
his shining face spoke volumes.
At home, Mrs. Thatcher, who was
beginning to grow anxious over the
prolonged absence Of her husband and
son, FASTENED joyfully to the door at
the sound Of wheels and voices.
Wheels indeed There was DR..
Thatcher in his four-wheeled buggy,
also heavy-wheeled dray bearing her
hitherto unattainable easy chair.
Preceding both, with the triumphant
mien of conquering herO-came her
son, walking, with his hand upon its
saddle, at the side Of his wheel Of
wheels.
During the battle Of the Wilderness,