The Mathews journal. (Mathews C.H. [Court House]) 1903-1937, 1912-11-07
WEEKLY SHORT STORY
GLEN AND THB SPECIALIST.
By Dorothy Douglas.

the mountain peaks.
To the youngest specialist lying
among the balsam needles ON the OPP
posite ridge of the mountains there
was something weird and mournful In
the tones. Yet while he listened the
voice reached out and seemed TO echo
among the very clouds; there was
wildness and freedom about IT that
sent little waves. of elation up anu
down the young Doctors spine.
81 will work on that side OF the
ridge Tomorrow" he told himself.
So early did DR.. James arise on the
following morning that he all but saw
the night escaping to make way for
glorious dawn. He told himself that
he had arisen at 4 o'clock merely that
he might witness the sun as 1t came
into view above the ragged peaks OF
the mountains. But because DR.. James
was q brain specialist he knew that
his BRAN was only carrying out ethe
dictates of his heart.
1t took him all of an hour TO de-
scend his side of the mountain and rise
again to the summit of the other. He
had not expected to see the girl whose
voice had dragged HIM across the val
ley at so early an hour, but he had
desired TO view the citadel, as 1t were.
When he came across her suddenly
his heart gave a great bound and he
drew back. fearful of disturbing her.
was lying on her back and her
two little ciencned nsCs were beating
her chest as Il IN a fury of rage Her
hair was lying in heavy masses OF
blue-black about her shoulders, and
her lips were crimson Ike the stain
from crushed berries.
Suddenly and without warning she
began to sing. The notes were soft and
dainty. Had a bird awakened to the
dawn?
DR.. James listened; and while the
sweetness OF it all nestled deep in his
heart, yet a vague something whisper
ed to him that this girls actions were
not those Of mentally balanced per-
son.
Living alone on the mountain top
at o'clock In the morning and seek
ing To rival the birds with her song"
unused the young specialist, ARE
strong symptoms Of"
His musings were cut short by the
sudden witchery In the girls voice. It
seemed to be wooing the fieecy clouds
and the great fir trees. After that 1t
went careening down over the crags
and into the valley.
DR.. James caught a swift breath.
He was lost in wondenment OF the
range and emotions in a human voice
And she perhaps is not even aware
that she sings" He sighed inwardly
and decided to study the peculiar case.
AT least she is happy" he decided as
the voice followed him back alto the
Rotel like the gurgling OF a laughing
stream.
The next morning he set his alarm
clock Even his well trained eyes
might not awaken at SO early an hour.
Even so, when he arrived on the OPP
posite range the girl was already
there.
But. hush! She is asleep" he
whispered mentally and gazed long
and admiringly at Glen. Chen Deene
was her name.
You are certainly the Beauty"
commented DR.. James, but l am not
the Beast--otherwise 1 assuredly
would eat you up-every morsel Of
you"
When he could finally drag his eyes
from the girls face the specialist
scanned the surrounding landscape.
There was no camp within his vision
Where then, has she came from"
He looked again at the girl and for
the first time realized that she had
perhaps sept out during the night
While that fact was sitting into his
brain the girl opened her eyes. They
Wre as blue as the lax in tn valley
erdhl
be.ow the heart Of tn young doctor
QuakeG
A delicate pink crept up and stained
the glrls cneeks. A nand went ap as
II IL lam would Gasp 10 order that
mass OF blus-bIAck hair.
Don I-0OnJ be alarmed" hastily
fnterposed Dr. James. Il was just
passing"
''Du, am not in the least alarm
ed" said tue girl, now fully awake.
Il was merely SLartIed-or rather sur
prlsed-" SIZE gracefully Dnrew OF the
heavy rugs tnat mad covered her and
stood up.
Glen Deene was as straight as a
young Indian ana as 1.-THE.
DR.. James tell 10 wondering If she
perhaps mad a bow and arrow with
wnlcA TO h1erce ms heart.
size 0Oesn require the arrow" he
sighed. and waited for her TO speak
he might read symptoms in her con-
Were no hint OF brain maiady.
DO you, too, love TO waLcn the dawn
fleeing Il ON Une arms OF night?" 1he
girl hung voice smote the doctor
with its question.
His eye narrowed.
why, yes-I do" The specialist
spoke in the tone of one humoring a
child.
Il nave not lost my mind," she said
next as AZ dvinlng his thought.
Really" she laughed. "And if you
do not think it too improper | will
make you cup of tea, and give you
one OF my chicken sandwiches. You
must nave come all the way from the
hotel yonGer," she pointed slim fing-
or, "and are no doubt famished."
Il am" sad the doctor, and won
dered why he spoke so joyously.
Afr that he watched while the girl
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