Heppner gazette. [volume] (Heppner, Morrow County, Or.) 1892-1912, 1907-10-10

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'N'J SPp' w hNi SihhuAd'hNis +hoit''y
| afternoon was frightfully near, ht
thought, as this was only Saturday; and
then, feeling that he must be ready, he
brought out from the trunk books enough
to have frightened an older person than
poor little Madeline Clyde, riding slowly
home with grandpa, and wishing so much
that she'd had a glimpse of DR.. 1ol-
brook, so as to know what he was like.
How she would have trembed could she
have seen the formidable volumes heaped
upon his table and waiting for her. Ar
ing himself back again to the days when
he had studied them, the doctor went out
to visit his patients of which there were
so many that Madeline Clyde entirely es-
capped his mind. nor did she trouble him
again until the dreaded Monday came,
and the hands of his watch pointed to
two.
"One hour more" he said to himself,
just as the roll of wheels and cloud of
dust announced the approach of some
thing.
Could it be Sorrel and the square-boxed
wagon? Oh, no; far different from
Grandfather Clyde's turnout were the
stylish carriage and the spirited bays
dashing down the street, the colored driv-
er refining them suddenly, not before the
Office door, but just in front of the white
cottage in the same yard, the house where
DR.. Holbrook boarded, and where, if he
ever married in Devonshire, he would
most likely bring his wife.
Guy Remington, the very chap Of all
others whom I'd rather see, and, as
live, there's Agnes, with Jessie. Who
knew she was in these parts?" was the
doctors mental exclamation, as, running
his fingers through his hair and making
a feint of pulling up the corners of his
rather limp collar, he hurried out to the
carriage, from which dashing looking
lady of thirty, or thereabouts, was alght-
ing.
"WhE Agnes, beg your pardon, Mrs
Remington, when did you come" he
asked, offering his hand to the lady, who,
coquettishly shaking back from her pref
ty dollish face profusion of light brown
curls, gave him the tips of her lavender
kids, while she told him she had come to
Aikenside the Saturday before and hear
ing from Guy that the lady with whom
he boarded was an old friend of hers, she
had driven over to call, and brought Jes-
sic with her. Here, Jessie, speak to the
doctor. He was poor dear papa's FRIEND"
and very proper sigh escaped Agnes
Remington's lips as she pushed the little
curly haired girl toward DR.. Holbrook
The lady of the house had spied them
by this time, and came running down the
walk to meet her rather distinguished WIS.,
itor, wondering, it may be, to what she
was indebted for this call from one who,
since her marriage with the supposedly
wealthy DR.. Remington, had rather cut
her former acquaintances. Agnes was
to see her, and, as Guy declin-
I'd entering the cottage just then, the
-wo friends disappeared within the door,
while the doctor and Guy repaired to the
office, the latter sitting down in the very
chair intended for Madeline Clyde. This
reminded the doctor of his perplexity, and
also brought the comforting thought that
Guy. who had never failed him yet, could
surely offer some suggestions. But he
would not speak of her just now; he had
)ther matters to talk about, and he said
Agnes, it seems, has come to Aikenside,
she declared she never
would, when she found that the whole of
he Remington property belonged to your
mother, and not your father"
"Oh, yes! She got over her pique as
soon as l settled a handsome little in
come on Jessie, and, in fact, on her too,
until she is foolish enough to marry
again, when it will cease, of course, as I
10 not feel it my duty to support any
mans wife, unless it be my own, or my
was Guy Remington's reply
She'll hardly marry again, though she
nay. She's young-not over twenty
six-"
.hree years your senior, mere nothing,
# you wish to make her Mrs. Holbrook,"
and Guys dark eyes scanned curiousy
the Doctors face, as if seeking there for
the secret of his proud young stepmoth-
.r's anxiety to visit plain Mrs. Conner
that afternoon. But the doctor only
laughed merrily at the idea of his being
father to Guy, his college chum and long
tried friend.
in Mrs Conner's easy chair, and over
vhelming her former friend with descrip-
ions of the gay parties she had attended
n Boston. and the fine sights she saw in
Europe, whittier her gray-haired husband
lad taken her for q wedding tour-would
lot have felt particularly fattered, could
she have seen that smile, or heard how
sasily, from talking of her, DIR. Holbrook
.urned to another theme, to Madeline
Clyde, expected now almost every mo-
nent. There was a merry laugh on Guys |
part, as he listened to the Doctors story,
and, when it was finished. he said why, |
see nothing so very distasteful In ex-
,mining a pretty girl, and puzzlng her,
% see her blush. | half wish | were |
N your place. l should enjoy the nov
elty of the thing"
"Oh, take it, then; take my place, |
Iuy," the doctor exclaimed, eagerly. "She |
loes not know me from Adam. Here |
% a district school once a week when |
,ou We're staying in the country. You |
surely have some idea, while | have not |
he slightest. Will you. Guy"
Guy Remington liked anything savor-
ng of a frolic, but in his mind there
we're certain conscientious scruples touch
ng the justice of the thing, and so at
irst he demurred, while the doctor still
insisted, until at last he laughingly con-
ented to commence the examination, pro-
'ided the doctor would sit by and occa-