Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1907-11-24

II wonder II you're right?'
They were both porting over the map
with heads together. The old builder wa!
so deep in thought that he scarcely heart
modest tap or two on the panels of thu
front door. When the tapping was re
peated he spoke without looking round:
Come in. I say. come in! Mr.
Bowling, wonder if you are right"
Il am sure I am
1t was DR.. Blake, the eminent physician
who entered with a certain dignffied shy
ness, which seemed to Indicate doubt a.
to how his visit might be received. Stand
Miss Vincent?'
What about herr? asked old Crunden
still not looking round.
II am Or. Blake. I have come to see
your daughter"
"oh, all right. doctor Go in," ane
You'll find her in there"
THANK you," said Dr. Blake, no longer
shy. but huffy, and, assuming all his pro-
fessional consequence, he marched across
the room behind Mr.. Crunden's back.
Then, at last. Mr.. Crunden turned an6
came toward him.
Doctor, I wasn't attending; I was
thinking Of something>else-9 s. d. I"
am anxious about my girl-very anxious
Don't neglect her case. 1 mean, dom,
consider the expense.
my dear sir. Really, my dear sir, ;
said DR.. Blake, hufhly, and, opening the
door, he went into the next room to fin6
his patient
Old Crunden waited till he heard Lizzie
speaking to her physician; then he softly
closed the door. turned, and, with his
hands in his pockets, stood staring before
him as though completely lost in thought
Mr.. lowing. at the table, was running
graduated rule over the plan. Upon
my word" he said, there's tremendous
length Of frontage. By the way, has Sil
John been to see you yet? He told me he
was coming to ask for your support. Die
he call?"
But Crunden gave no answer. He was
not listening.
Il say said Bowling raising his eyes
from the plan. What is it, Mr.. Crun.
den?"
"What?" And Mr. Crunden started and
took his hands out of his pockets.
''What are you looking at? Have you
seen a ghest?"
No." said Crunden, Il heard the sound
of a ghosts voice.
my daughter-in there. Her voice re-
minded me-of somebody else's. What
were you saying?'
only asking if Sir John had been here
yet"
mo"
ling began to fold up his papers. Look
here-I'll leave these with you You can
keep them if you like. I've got another
copy. Griggs. in fact. sent me two copies
out of compliment
Thanks. but I've seen all want
with regard to Sir JOHN said Mr..
Bowling, taking up his hat and umbrella.
You understand. I'm heart and soul
with Sir John. But If the worst comes t.
the worst, and the land is to be Quilt
over
You'd like to have a finger in the pie. Z"
We'll. I should said Mr.. Bowling,
laughing. Goodbye. Very sorry Miss
Crunden's still poorly. But you can't do
better than DR.. Blake. Hope he'll soon
bring her up to the mark. Goodbye
Mr.. Crunden walked about the room till
the parlor door opened again, and DR..
Blake reappeared.
''Well?'
DR.. Blake carefully closed the door be-
fore he spoke.
"Mr. Crunden, you tell me you are
anxious. ! think you are right to be
anxious. Miss Crunden is far from
WE'LL"
What is it? Not-not consumption
what they Gala decline?'
ooh, good gracious, no! Oh, my dear
sir. nothing-nothing of the kind
sat down by the bureau and wiped his
forehead with his bandana handkerchief.
DR.. Blake shrugged his shoulders and
opened bis hands.
"Lassitude = WEAKNESS. A little run
down, shall we say? This hot weather
has been trying. 1t has tried many of
my patients. But / have no wish to
alarm you. I only thought it right to say
that, in my opinion, your daughter does
need care and attention.
''Then let her have care-all the atten-
ton you can give her."
my dear sir. 1 think you may trust m
not to overdo it. I will not come more
often than 1 think necessary"
NO" said old Crunden, hastily rising
from his chair, don't go off shirty lik
that. I mean, if 1 said anything wrong in
etiquette, I'm sorry. 1 wasn't thinking
what 1 said. But ask you now to com
as often as ever you like
'Oh, my dear SIR and DR.. Blake
shrugged his shoulders. But his tone was
quite bland. He could relish such very
plain talk better now that there was NJ.
third person present.
Come every day." said Mr. Crundan,
escorting the doctor to the outer door,
'ff you judge by the signs it's necessary.
- Goodbye. sir" And then he called
after the doctor: Come twice day
and 1 won't grudge it,