The daily morning Alaskan., 1902-05-07
l HOW THE
 ] DOCTOR WON By Jeanette s. Benton !,
 Copyright. 1909, by tho a q MrClure Counnanv
By Jeanette s. Benton

The office boy heard the doctor In the annex and went out Her face was buried in a basin Of water, and the tormaldehyde bottle stood open.
 "How's the smallpoxY' he asked.
 Bad" she replied. emerging rosy from the towel 'Is any one waitingT'
 "No one now but Mir. Doane Aldrich; been three or four, but they got tired waiting"
 "very well. Tell him will be there In a minute"
 As the boy closed the door she walk cd to the mirror and regarded herself attentyely. spraying violet water over her hands and hair.
 q wish had some powder" she murmurcd 'I am afraid look blow zy."
 To the tall young man in the recep- ton room she looked discOuragingly cool and unperturbed as he arose at her entrance.
 "It Is a little matter. doctor" he ex- plained. q have just been transferred to the Y mine. and they have smallpox down there. so I suppose it Is neces- sary to be vaccinated."
 Tt certainly Is. if you haven't been lately. Things are in bad shape at the Y. I have put in the whole afternoon there. There's a good deal of small pOx and more dissatisfaction. sup pose the dissatisfaction is what sent you there"
 q suppose SO. Whats at the bot tom cf the trouble anyway
 "Sickcning novels and the company store. lt you can get the company to do anything before those people mur- der you as It's nearest representative, you will be doing good work. How ever. come into the office. and will vacclnnte you"
 He followed her in.
 'Thls Is the first time I ever came here as a subject" he remarked.
 He barred his arm and looked dubl- ously at It's white surface.
 How coyld she be a doctorg Still. he had sometimes wished he could be sick a week or two. It would be such a good chance to sec her every day. What was she going to do with that razor looking little knlfel It had been so long since he was vacclnated he had forgotten an about it. Did she jab the stun In at the end Of that? lf she was going to jab. he wished she would and stop that scratching.
 He watched the scratching knife, fas- clnated. Suddenly it began to describe cratic circles in his vision.
 nr. Richie felt his arm relaxing un- der her grasp. With a movement as quiet as lt was quick she eased his stalwart body to the floor, then loosen cd his collar and dashed a little water tn his face
 He opened his eyes slowly.
 "Oh. say" he gasped, what's the matterY
 The doctor stood a little way off re- gardlng him with professional gravity.
 "I was vacclnatlng you, and you tainted" she explained. You will be an right in a moment
 He got rather uncertainty to bis feet and leaned against a convenient case of drawers
 Good Lordr' he groaned. What do you think of me? I hope you don't think 1t was because it hurt. I don't know what lt was. was watching that little knife; then was here on the floor. Please finish the Job" be con cluded irritably. "rn try to stand up under it."
 As she adjusted the small bGndage he thought savagely:
 "If should nft you on your feet, my sweet doctor. and kiss that dia- bolical dlmple. you might at least re- spect my muscle. How can a fellow make love to a woman doctor any wayT" Aloud he said. "Thank you. doctor" rather abruptly, hurried Into bis coat. settled with the office boy and got away with an speed.
 The doctor strolled to the window and watched him go stridlng on, bis big shoulders squared.
 Poor old fellowv she said softly.
 Then she flushed and smiled in a way that little beftted a member of the medical profession.
 "He Is bashful and stupid, too" she pOuted.
 Doane Aldrich squared his shoulders against his troubles often that winter. His recognized powers as a pacihca- tor seemed to have signally failed.
 One day he swung into the cart as the doctor was trotting home.
 "See here" he said. 'T must talk with you. don't know what to do with those people. Heaven knows they have reason enough to be sore, and | am helpless. Of course they can't realize that. but the company pays no attention to my representa- tons. am the nearest thing the poor brutes have to hate. and they hate mc well. Tomorrow have got to dis