The new enterprise. (Madison, Fla.) 1901-1908, 1904-04-21

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Don't go, Dicky," pleaded the little
girl. 'rm afraid to stay here with her
alone, She might croak on me-
But Dick insisted. .....
"Ill be back in a minute" he said.
Your mothers got to have a doctor
quick"
A block away in a second-story fat,
over drug store, lived a young doctor.
Dicky ran upstairs and rang the bell.
| The doctor opened the door and seemed
not at all pleased and a bit frightened
when he recognized his caller as the
well-known bank robber.
Mrs. Sullivan's dying" said Dicky.
II want you to come right away and do
something for her"
who's the family doctor?" asked
the physician.
HE lives a mile away" answered
Dicky, naming him. THE old woman
might be dead before we could get
him"
well, have they got any moneyT
demanded the doctor.
II don't know" said Dlcky. II guess
they've got little"
well, III go over to the house and
see" said the doctor finally. "If they
haven't got any money won't do any
thing"
Now, before you blame the doctor
too strongly you should consider that
II was 4o'clock in the morning and six
degrees below zero; also that exper-
fence had taught the doctor that collect
on delivery was the only safe policy
for a physician who had to depend on
his practice in that neighborhood for
living. And, finally, he recognized Mr..
0'Regan, and he was not taken with
the idea Of paying early morning calls
in the company Of a man Of his repuia.
tion.
However, Dicky and the doctor final.
ly started out together and walked
around the corner and down the alley
to the Sullivan shanty. AS they opened
the door little Mag came running to
meet them.
"She's worser, Dicky,' cried Mag
shes a lot worser."
The doctor, his little night case in his
hand, hesitated in the open doorway.
Mag, have you got any money! de-
manded Dicky O'Regan, who realized
that that was the first question to be
settled.
"Naw," said Mag, mot red"
"Well, then, I'm not going to waste
my time around here began the doc.
tor, but Dicky interrupted him. He
thrust one hand into the pocket of his
overcoat and pulled out large and
brightly polished revolver.
Here, DOCTOR" he said, holding out
the gun in his right hand. But the doc
tors face had gone white
"All right, Mr.. ORegan," he said. |
IAN right, sir. I'll do the best l can
for her"
The doctor threw off his overcoat and |
started to work on the sick woman, |
peering out anxiOusly now and then 10
the room where Dicky sat, still holding
the revolver in his hand.
Half an hour later the doctor came
out into the outer room.
"She's asleep now," he said to Dicky. |
Il think she'll get well, all right"
Dicky got up and started TO hold out
his revolver, but the doctor did not
wait to hear what he had to say. With
his medicine case in one hand and his
Dvercoat over his arm, he ran out into
the cold night. Dlcky sat down again
and laughed,
Presently he made Mag go to bed,
md after heaping up the coal into the
'lckety little stove he bade Mag good
BYE and went back to his own home.
There few hours later the police
found him.
Dicky was awakened by hearing the
shrill voice of his mother denouncing
The officers.
whats the row." asked Dicky,
sticking his head out into the front
room.
Assault with a deadly weapon,
Dicky," said the policeman, a drawn
revolver in his hand
Let them in, mother" said Dicky.
"The doctor on the corner beyond
says you threatened him with a gum"
said one of the detectives. Dicky
laughed again.
"He was scared, that's ALL" declared
Oicky. ale wanted money before he'd
ioctor Mrs. Sullivan last night, and we
lidn't have any to give him. He was
going to go back to his Office when he