The Monte Vista journal. (Monte Vista, Rio Grande County, Colo.) 1888-1921, 1914-07-18
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oh. but you can't tell" he smiled
whimsically. besides. here have
been giving my goods to rejoice the
poor-why shouldn't succor the
rich?"
III you really care to trust me-
she began.
Trust you" he cut in Once NOR
be had to hold his teeth upon what
sprung to his lips. This time II was
phrase OF childhood that had almost
hurst from him He wantad to say:
'T'll trust you like anything" but said
instead; Certainly"
And your address?" she asked
sweetly.
From a card case that he brought
from an inside pocket. Cosgrave sup
piled her with the information.
Thank you" She bowed slightly
and looked at the card. The next
moment she gave him swift scru-
tiny. look OF understanding.
But II he thought that she would
offer evidence in kind. he was mis-
taken. AS she tucked the card away
In her glove. she said:
You'll hear from me In the morn
Inf. doctor. I'll telegraph this to you
the first thing In the morning" And
whatever the man may have wanted
to say was lost in the rush OF her de-
parture.
IF make haste" she hurried away,
''Tll catch train. Goodbye-and
thank you so much!"
no raiatnR
his hat as she looked back after
boarding a car. Why hadn't she CIV
en- him her name? 1t came to him
suddenly that she looked like person
Of Importance herself. Struggling
little at his susceptibility and intense
desire to know her. he went back Into
the store, back into the toy depart
ment and the saleslady he had heard
her speaking with In way to denote
that they had met before.
1t wasn't just the thing to do. he
knew But after what Cosgrave con-
sidered the utmost adroitness, and
which left the saleswoman with
mirthful sparkle in her eyes. he came
away with the news that the lady In
question, who came there each year
and played Mrs. Santa Claus. was Or.
Mary Joyce Of Burley.
"Dr Mary Joyce" he said the name
over and over to himself as he went
home why, It smacks Of the
Christmas joy!" Then he wondered
why the very fellowship Of their pro-
LESSONS should not have induced her
to tell him who she was.
In his office. Cosgrave called up
particular friend and colleague who
lived In that same town OF Burnley.
Without preamble he went straight to
the point. although he did laugh at
himself az he did 30.
Kennedy" he called. do you by
any chance know a lady from your
place by the name of Joycer
"Oh hello, Cosgrave!" beloved =
big voice with a futing brogue. Did
you know 1t was IL o'clock. man?
And that life and death messages only
should disturb a busy doctor from
his sleep at this hour?"
Cosgrave could imagine the chuckle
Of amusement that went with this. but
he WAS not to be deferred by It.
you didn't answer my question,
Kennedy" he pursued, do you know
DR.. Joyce?"
81 do that" the answer was prompt
She's the salt OF the earth. aside
from being most beautiful. And moro
than that, In a world OF women and
children she is doing a mans work in
| q wonderful woman way. And furth-
ermore, II you were to ask me. I'd
tell you that men don't exist to her
Sure she has a heart like a Eastwood
ball where men are concerned" He
paused and asked: Anything else
you wanted?"
How are all the little Kennedys"
Cosgrave laughed.
"Fine!" Satisfaction edged the
deep voice with greater depth. I'm
spend Christmas with us? Sure, it's
only a stones throw to DR.. Joyce's
house"
Again Cosgrave laughed into tho
phone. Kennedy" he said. you're
wrong Can't one physician inquire
into the merits OF another' Good
| bye' Run in and see me when you
can"
The next moment he had rung on.
But the next he WAS slipping into
his coat again. And presently in a
florists shop he was writing 4 little
note-to be sent with. a dozen Amer
| lean Beauty roses. II read:
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