The Clay City times. [volume] (Clay City, Ky.) 1901-current, 1914-12-17

myself. In the light of my own insight
into the human heart, however, and
more particularly my insight into the
human heart of Jack Whitmore, posi-
lively knew that the kisses he so non
chalantly bestowed upon Cecil Gran
thum, NJ D.. that evening were not ell
Just brotherly, but we're secretly very
much Of the loverly sort.
Our parents we're dead. And brother
Jack had always kept house, bachelor.
wise, keeping thus a home to which
could come for rest in my vacations
and even for week-ends during my
training at the hospital. The result
was that now the tears welled into my
eyes, and | cried in dismay:
But, Jack, what am to do when
you break up this home and go to
that awfully far-away ranch in Mon
tanaw
"You are going with me-" he said,
with tyranmcal brevity. as If his mere
word settled the matter.
Going with you'll" cried Cecil, In
chagrln. "Then what's to become OF
me? l thought we were both to hang
out our shingles on the front of this
house and wait for patients"
you let me handle this matter, Ce-
Gill;" | put in Then, turning to Jack
with determination and finality, said:
Jack Whitmore, you go to your ranch,
If you wish. I'm going to stay right
here and build up practice as doc
tor. Women doctors are as scarce In
this city as one-armed ladies. And
guess Cecil and have both got nice,
fat chance to succeed. So there!"
Jack laughed, his whole-souled,
hearty laughter that was ever so con-
tagious. The result was that Cecil
laughed too.
Immediately, then, got mad.
What are you two laughing att"
snapped. This is no laughing matter.
Here is Jack going to break up our
home. And Won end !, Cecil, will have
to bunk away in some dingy fiat"
Nothing like that" Jack now said.
seeing that Cecil was herself on the
verge Of tears. you two can occupy
this house rent free just as long as
you like. Hang out your shingles and
practice on lot of patients who will
never pay their bills. And when you
get tired of living on bread and water,
you just hike out to the Flying U
ranch and have some real grub. See?"
Nothing of the sort!" l answered.
with dignity. DIR Cecil Granthum
and myself herewith promise you'
brother Jack, that you will never see
us at the Flying z urtil we have both
built up a good. paying practice and
have, by hard work and diligence
believe that's tie word, diligence
earned a vacation"
"All right, then. Della" my brother
said. Its understood that you come
forthwith to the Flying U to spend
your vacation, both of you, as soon as
you've earned said vacation"
And so the matter was settled. The
next day my bother moved bodily out
Of his nice, well-furnished brownstone
front in New York and took a state
room in a Pullman that would In due
time land him at a station in Montana
twenty miles from the ranch which he
had bought, lock, stock and barrel
with barns, corrals, ranges, cattle cow
boys and all that sort of thing that
goes to make up a modern ranch.
And here were Cecil and / in pos
session of Jacks house, rent free. In
due time we hung out our shingles and
waited for patients. And at last the
first patient rang up-but the story OF
that very first patient Of mine Is a
separate chapter.