Brownsville herald. [volume] (Brownsville, Tex.) 1910-current, 1915-03-08
CHAPTER ~.
NY Vacation Beolns-

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So four years passed. Cecil and
were now in our middle twenties-a.d
any aspersion cast upon US by friend
or foe 10 the effect that We were IN
the Odd maid class. was Instantly
spurned with utmost scorn. No! We
found that We had only just now be-
gun to know real wisdom and To enjoy
real life. We had both achieved sue
cess as doctors OF medicine, ana.
though we still occupied my brothers
New York house. VI were now no
longer free nan We paid our rent
monthly, punctiliously and proudly.
Yes. our shingles had been hanging
out in sight Of the world for four long
years that had passed really with sur
prising quickness. SO busy had We
been kept by our patients.
Mrs. Bennett. the dear soul. had sent
us patients galore. All New York so
ciety was our patient. specially for
nerve cases. Any woman with nerves
and a bag OF money would call US up
and take either Of %us-dlGn't make
ally uintttANt w AZ FaNA'AN ~
one OF US anne. And by the time Ce-
Gil or | had given that nerve case a
good tcngue-lashing and made her get
out OF bed and 20 10 work at some
thing useful that would occupy her
mind and nerves. say by the time
We finished with any such patient. the
said woman with the money bags be-
came our real friend and would send
big. fat checks. Also the patients
would call us in when actual sickness
overlook any member OF their families.
so that Cecil and | became known. as
1.-THE doctors TO the Foul Hundred"
And now. at the end OF our fourth
year OF hard work. | began 10 indulge
I'm thoughts of that vacation o. the
Flying L which ! had promised my
brother | would take. About this
time Mrs. Bennett telephoned to coma
right over To see her. as she had a
bad case OF nerves again. not. she sal.
as the result OF bad news. but In con
sequence OF extra good news frD4n
the front" Now | knew the front
mean: the Flying L. where Chip WAS
at work. so-well. IL is extraordinary
how fast a woman doctor can set from
her office TO the house of hcr patient
when said patient Is the mother of a
Chip.
Mrs. Bennett was in bed with
nerves. | made her get right Up ard
dress herself and come out for a T>-
tor ride-in her own motor. az course.
not mine. And during this ride ] in
duced her To tell me OF the gCcd news
\ from the front" that had SO corn
pletely Frustrated" hcr.
The news Was this. Chip had been
made foreman OF the ih &c I ranch.
You can't imagine what q lump
came into my throat. May be it "a
n lump OF Joy. maybe Ii Was 1 -titude
to my brother for giving Chip a pro-
motion-but I'm inclined To think IL
was a lump OF satisfaction and pride
M learning that Chip. my CHIP the
friend of my secret thoughts salts
faction at learning that he. after four
years of hard work. had reaped reward
i'm the form of foremanship OF my
brothers big ranch. II was so good
10 know that ones secret friend. who
had been riding range dutilully and
efficiently for four years. had succeed
ed: while |. his unknown friend. had
reaped my own reward In the same
time while riding the canyons OF the
great city dutifully and efficiently on
my way 10 and from a constantly i'll
creasing number of patients.
How did Chip get his promotioS?"
asked.
1t seems" Airs. Bennett replied.
that the thing that led Immediately
TO his rise In position and raise IN
wages was because he rode a Wild
horse that no other cowboy in Mon
lana would dare mount"
Good" | calculated. with so much
enthusiasm hat Mrs. Bennett looked
mt me In astonishment.
"One would think" she said. that
you had a personal interest in my
sons advancement. Why. you've
never met him"
NO." I said. Il was just crying a
bravo such as I would cry for any
human being who had struggled TO
make good and had won"
Well" Mrs. Bennett said. 1T seer.s
that this wild horse was named Sill
YER. silver was what my boy calls
some wild broncho.' Anyway. Doctor
Whitmore"-notice this doctor stun,
please-"anyway. dea: Doctor Whit
more, my boy to the establishment and
dis.nay OF the whole ranch outfit
that's what Chip calls it-outit-well.
70 their utter terror. Chip one dsy