Baraboo weekly news. [volume] (Baraboo, Wis.) 1912-197?, 1913-05-01

boy" exclaimed Nan Matherway;
"and-yes, it's worked a sight Of
good; and if you don't get a-fdget-
ing and a-worriting again, you'll do
now
After this friendly warning, Mrs.
| Matherway left me to exchange
greetings with George Fairfax, and
shut the door upon the two of us.
Well, old man." George said,
cheerfully, 80 you're set up at last;
and, by Jove, you are looking well!'
THAT is what you hoped to say, if
you remember
"Ah, yes-in that long rigamarole
l wrote to you when was on special
detective service he replied; "and
l am glad to say it, Arthur"
We shook hands, and George Fair
fax began to fill brier pipe with as
great care and tenderness as though
it were a surgical operation he was
performing.
And you?" / asked. wat OF
/ you and your health?"
ooh, l am always WE'LL he said.
Nothing ails me-nothing ever did,
| could, would or should, you know"
| II don't know. I am afraid you
have been overworked here, George. !"
Cali the better for business if
had, my boy" he cried; "but there
has been no such luck as overwork
at your practice. Not that things
have gone backward, as it were, for
the want ofSthe master-hand; but,
upon my soul, Arthur; it's beastly
, neighborhood, and your patients are
a seedy, greedy gang, take them in
the lump. You'll be sorry to hear
old Brownfen's all right"
mo! I am glad" I said 81 like
my patients to recover quickly; it's q
good advertisement of ones skill"
ct shows you don't know your
business" George grumbled. "A doc
tor is not considered clever who pulls
a man through at once. The patient
Is sure to put it all to the credit Of
| his own excellent constitution. I
tried to run up Brownfen's account
by calling twice day, but as soon as
ever he could put his foot to the
ground, dashed If he didn't hop off to
Brighton and get clean out Of my
way"
Brighton would do him more
good than George Fairfax" said,
laughing. And now, how's the 9TH
er patient?"
What other patient?" he asked.
with keener glance at me LGan /
had expected.
| I sat down by the freside, and
said: Your aunt, who would not
| take advantage of the friendly offer
of.your professional services"
ooh! there's the result of that
piece of shortsightedness, he said,
pointing to the mantel-shelf, on
which l noticed for the first time an
envelope plastered round with the
best black bordering, quite half az
inch thick
Dead"
Eyes. She died yesterday after
noon, Arthur" he explained; tand
! her lawyer and executor writes to me
in great grief, and asks me to the
funeral next Friday. And I shan't
go"
mot go?"
"She never wished to see me when
she was alive. Why should go blum
| dering after her all the way into
i Derbyshire, now she's dead, to make
| one of the funeral procession, with
her tenants, her doctor, her emotional
solicitor, and all the relations whom
l do not recollect and don't want to
meet?"
Perhaps she has left you some
thing in her will, George"
That's very likely. She was Sc
uncommonly fond of mel" And
| George leaned his head back over
the chair, and roared with laughter
at the bare supposition.
There seemed to him something SO
inexpressibly droll in my suggestion
that he laughed longer than there
was any occasion for; he was almost
| historical over it; and had it been
any one save George Fairfax | should
have put down his hilarity to stimu-
4 lantS taken earlier In the evening.
He caught my wondering stare at
him, and subsidized. He took down
his fat black-edged envelope, and put
it in the breastpocket of his coat as
If he were afraid / might read it
when his back was turned. He re-
lighted his pipe, which had gone out
/ while he had laughed and talked; he
fastened to change. the conversation.
we may as well go over the
| books tonight, Arthur he said !;
there are one or two cases / want to
talk to YOU about, and | may leave
| early tomorrow, If you take up the
reins at once. =
Yes. 7 take up the reins. But you
must not run away"
'sAnd I have suggestion to make
after our palaver. I've been a-think-
| ing, a-thinking, a-thinking. and it's
as well you should know what all
this extra excogitation has come to-
| did not understand him. He was
! evidently a man with something on