The Washburn leader. [volume] (Washburn, McLean County, N.D.) 1890-1986, 1910-07-08

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wish I'd learned to be a carpenter
or something else"
"Fiddle-de-dee. DR.. Fraser" cried
Polly impudently. III 1t were not for
you what would become of all the poor
sick people in Little Rivera"
"What has become of them now?'
inquired DR.. Fraser. 'They don't ill
my waiting room. They don't Jingle
my telephone bell. nor do they call me
up in the dead Of night. l wish they
would. he ended viciously.
Its been a healthy winter" com
forted Polly. land you know DR..
Brown is going to sell his practice
and 60 away. and there will be a
chance for you then"
"I'm afraid not. honey. If I could
buy the Doctors practice and his auto
mobile and his whole outfit I'd be
made. but what's the use Of talking?
Let us go In and see Miss Deborah.
Perhaps I can help her a bit. You
must be at SKIES and sevens."
"Norah has worked like a major.
We shall camp tonight. and tomorrow
we are to have-never mind! If you
come over to tea you shall have a
lovely surprise!" promised Polly as
they entered the house.
When they sat around the cozy little
fire in the back parlor Polly brought
in the dragon screen and showed it to
her lover.
"Of course you can mend 1t, Dick"
she said confidently.
DR.. Fraser did not reply. He was
examining the nne carving with the
eye of q lover. His skillful fingers
itched to handle brush and glue pot
and restore to its original beauty the
dragon screen.
II shall mend the embroidery" ex-
planned Polly. thrusting inquisitive
fingers into the various holes and rips
in the panels. Look at this scaly old
dragon. Dick! He is fairly peeling
off,"
"And this dull green eye needs to be
Frightened" remarked the doctor alb
sently.
Polly brought a basket of silks and
sat down neal the light and gravely
matched her skeins against the faded
embroidery Of the screen. Miss Deb
orah, knitting near the fire. watched
her with tender interest. These two
young people were the very main
spring of her existence now that so
much of her life had become merged
in the past.
The light shone on the dragon screen.
and the golden dragons glittered until
it almost seemed as If their scales
moved.
"How father: loved that old ~screen!'
unused Miss Deborah. .H
Twill it not he lovely to have it
around once more?" asked Polly, turn
ing her head. and then the screen
slipped from her grasp. and she caught
wildly at the panel on which she had
been working. She caught a torn
fragment of one Of the golden dragons.
and the silk. rotten with age. fell
apart in her grasp. showing the white
cotton lining.
Dick jumped to catch the screen. and
as he righted 1t there slipped from the
torn panel Il Iong. legal looking en-
veIope bearing some memoranda in a
grabbed handwriting.
by George" shouted the young
man excitediy. What have we here
treasure trove: Polly. gir!-catch-
it's yours"
i'oliy's c;tGcr fingers caught the en-
ye!ol,e and gave one glance ut the SUI
prescription: then she flew across the
room to Miss Deboral's side.
The lost securities" she cried. See.
Aunt Deb; grandfather has them la,
beled. How do you suppose they came
to be in such a place, and suppose we
had never found the screen?"
Suppose l had not sold the furni-
ture!! quavered Miss Deborah as she
opened the bulky envelope and ex-
tracted the beautifully engraved GER
t~ificates. do look at these, Dick
I'm so excited l can't read a thing:
Father must have slipped them in
there absentmindedly those last days
before he was taken ILL"
In q very awed voice DR.. Fraser
read the list Of valuable securities. and
when he finished with a long drawn
whistle of establishment Miss Deborah
and Polly were weeping in each others
arms.
won't the old house look perfectly
lovely?" Polly wis sobbing. "All the
beautiful old fashioned furniture from
the garnet and"-
"And Dick shall have the south wing
for his Offices. and the carriage house
can be made into a very respectable
garage" added Miss Deborah. straight
ening her spectacles.
"What?" demanded DIR. Fraser very
independently. II couldn't. Miss De-
borah-Polly-l want to earn my own
home"
"You will buy out DR.. Browns prac-
tice." said Miss Deborah decidedly.
'sYou can pay me back some day II you
will. But you can do more real good
by becoming my resident physician
than vaif1nD there on fho hill for. the