Bismarck daily tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, Dakota [N.D.]) 1881-1916, 1908-11-13
Fiction | !. . n,
HOW THE DOCTOR WON.
BY JEANETTE S. BENTON.

the annex ana Went out. Her race
was buried fn a basin Of water, and
the formaldehyde bottle stood open. n
Flows the smallpox" he asked.
BAD" she replied, emerging rosy
from the towel. ''Is any one wait
ing?'a~
!, "No, one now but Mr.. Doane Aldrich.
Been three or four. but they got tired
waiting" - ass... 49, ~, sa
Very WELL Tell him will be there
in a minute" SIN. -.
As the boy closed the door she walk
ed to the mirror and regarded herself
attentively. spraying violet water over
her hands and hair. .,= u
- II wish I had some POWDER" she
murmured- IT am afraid l. look blow
~" ....,,.,ss,.v. ....,...-,....., ..
To the tall young man In the recep-
ton room she looked discouragingly
cool and unperturbed as he arose at
her entrance.
ut is little matter, DOCTOR" he ex-
planned. Il have Just been transferred
to the Y mine, and they have smallpox
down there. SO I suppose it is neces-
sary to be vaccinated."
"It certainly is If you haven't been
lately. Things are in bad shape at the
Y have put in the whole afternoon
there There's good deal Of small
pox and more dissatisfaction. I sup
pose the dissatisfaction is what sent
you there" &#
j 81 suppose SO. What's at the bot
tom of the trouble anyway,
"Sickening novels and the company
store. If you can get the company to
do anything before those people muir
der you as its nearest representative
you will be doing good work. How
ever, come into the Office, and will
vaccinate you"
He, followed her in. -e.-'- ..,.,.a
''This is the first time I ever came
here as subject" he remarked. "
He barred his arm and looked dubi-
ously at its white surface.
How could she be a doctor? Still,
he had sometimes wished he could be
sick a week or two. 1t would be such
a good chance to see her every day.
What was she going to do with that
razor looking little knife? 1t had been
! so long since he was vaccinated he
| had forgotten all about it. Did she
jab the stuff in at the end of that? If
she was going to jab he wished she
would and stop that scratching.
He watched the scratching knife,
fascinated. Suddenly it began to de-
scribe cratic circles in his vision.
DR.. Richie felt his arm relaxing un-
der her grasp. With movement as
quiet as it was quick she eased his
stalwart body to the floor, then loos-
ened his collar and dashed a little wa
ter in his face. 20. ..s~-
He opened his eyes slowly.
"Oh, say,' he gasped, whats the
matter?", 49, $500. .'..
/ The doctor stood little way off re
garding him with professional gravity
II was vaccinating you, and you
tainted" she explained. You will be
all right in Il moment"
He got rather uncertainty to his feet
and leaned against a convenient case
of dra wers.
4 'Good Lordv' he groaned. What dc
you think Of me? I hope you don't
think it was because it hurt. don't
know what it was. was watching
that little knife; then I was here or
the floor. Please finish the job" he
concluded irritably. "I'll try to stand
up under it,
i AS she adjusted the small bandage
he thought savagely:,
IF l should lift you off your feet
my sweet doctor, and kiss that dia
bolical dimple you might at least re
spect my muscle. How can q fellow
make love to a woman doctor any
wayT Aloud he said, '"Thank you
DOCTOR" rather abruptly, hurried int
his coat, settled with the Office boy
and got away with all speed.
The doctor strolled to the window
and watched him 60 striding off. hi,
big shoulders squared.
poor old fellow!' she said softly.
Then she flushed and smiled In ,
way that little befitted q member O
the medical profession.
""He is bashful and stupid, too" ;sh'
pouted. .>ts.s 49,. +.
Doane Aldrich squared his shoulder
against his troubles often that winter
His recognized powers as paciica
tor seemed to have signally failed.
One day he swung into the cart a
the doctor was trotting home.
"See here" he said. 81 must tall
: with you. / don't know what to d.
with those people. Heaven know
! they have reason enough to be sore
and l am. helpless. OF course the.
can't realize that. but the compan,
pays no attention to my representa-
tons. l am the nearest thing the poo
brutes have to hate, and they hate m
: well. Tomorrow have got to dis
charge Mcclure and Kearney'-
The doctor interrupted: ''That mean
a strike, to begin with. Then Kat
Mcclure and Dilsey Kearney-why
they would as soon have a riot a
enough to eat" s. ,ysl5. ..sz.
"But what can do? The men hav