Cochise review., 1900-11-13
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no obligation whatsoever. To be quite frank"
 He paused abruptly. He was actual ly blushing; but the faint tinge faded quickly from his cheeks and left them unusually pallid.
 "Yes?" said Lieut.. Winston, encour- agingly and quite unblushingly.
 "Oh, don't know!" stammered the other man, Are you really serious? If so. you must be-pardon me fer saying so---either the most heartless beggar l ever met or the most ab- surdly sensitive"
 "In other words, knave or a blith- ering idot--eh. Metiord. old chapP'' sait Wins on, cheerily.
 Exactly! hope it is only case of temporary insanity"
 Dr. Metford was one of the ablest of the younger physicians in the West End of London; but, being also one of the most stupidly modest of clever men, his professional income barely suf1ced to pay the rental of his rooms in Cover street. Some day he may discover that it is possible to be over- modest and that inward self deprecia- &ion leads to penury, and then he will remove to Harley street and begin to make progress towards afluence t
 Winston did not fail to observe the tinge ot color on the doctcr's face, nor its quick disappearance, but he gave no sign of recognition. Never before had he seen his old college chull look half so handsome as when that feeting show of rosy color tinted the mans cheeks, nor half so pathet- ically glum as when it vanished.
 ''She saved my life. I thinK you will admit that, doctor? How many worn- er would have taken the rlsKs that she took? Would any other woman in the world have sacrificed herself as she did?"
 Any number of them!" declared the doctor. sententiously. although fitting smile upon his face said: ''None of them. bless her!"
 You medical men are utterly heartless cynics." protested Winston, shrugging his broad shoulders. 1 Utterly" admitted Metford "'Now, I am so unromartic as to at- tribute your recovery chiefly to your cast-iron constitution, rattling good physician-must sound by own truTn- pet if you won't blow it for me-and Old Nick's merc1ful consideration. Your cup of iniquity is not yet quite brimful; your liver and all the rest of you, including your heart, IS as sound as q bell!"
 T know well what I owe to you, Metford, old chap!" said the cohvales- cent in 2 grateful tone and with au affectionate grasp of the biceps of the doctors nearest arm. ''You don't appear to be aware of it, but you're 6 long way the cleverest med zine man in London. head and shoulders above all the rest of 'em. If yot weren't such eonfoundedly modest beast--"
 "Skittles!" interjected his physi. clan, in much confusion "You car | | think how hate that kind of talk 7"
 "Neverthe less, I mean it, old chap! Just you think the matter Over seri- . ously! We'll, to proceed: My sister Jess says that Miss Wethered- | by the way comes of tole"ably good l stock--was very different from the rr- dinary professional nurse. and thet, during those weeks when my very i1IQh1a lifa ht,ngr cIa d., thread, she absolutely sac-' feed her self to. save me. My recoN cry, less says, is due entirely to her aevotiou. Not very complimentary to you, sn."
 Mrs. Trevelyan is modCsty al ] every other grace personIt,d!" d. clared Dr. Mettord. "So far as l cou.d see, she sacrificed herselr almcsl, if not quite, as magnifcently as--as the paid nurse"
 "Be that as it may" persisted Win. ston, "I have chatted the matter over very seriously with my sister, and she says, imprimts, that Nary WelN cred is, barring the wings. an au Ee that the said angel wit, out wings would make jewel of a wife, and thirdly and most troublesoI .lE that I shall be the most ungra hJl beast on earth and stupidesr old uf- 1 fer if don't straightway let the lady know I think SO. Unfortunatel as l protested to my sister and hay ad- mitted to you, I cant honesty 5uy| that I am the least bit in love With Miss Wethered. like her very ch, you know, and all that sort ol Lsng possibly more than like any atLer girl of my acquaintance--aud | have reason to believe that she is not en. tirely indifferent to me, and chat if only" .. =:
 The doctors lips'curved ,scornftaly, nvoluntarily, and glcw of color that was hardly blush suffused his face. ... .sr And Jess tells me" continued the young officer, imperturb1bly, that might do very much worse thing han marry Mary Wethered. You