The silver state. [volume] (Winnemucca, Nev.) 1909-1925, 1915-05-08

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mother said everybody knowed where
Doctor Carter lived, only she wouldn't
let me come till father was sick, n
thea FL unned away And please
come quick, because fathers mighty
SICK" he ended, with quaint earnest
ness.
Doctor Carter looked down at the
little boy; then he removed him from
his knee.
Come along, Harold" he said, put
ting on bis hat and going into the
garage. where his nigh-power automo-
bile stood waiting in readiness by
night and day Doctor Carter never
knew when he would be summoned.
"Wlat is the matter with your ia
ther9'' ne inquired, as he drove the
machine through the suburban streets
1t was five In the afternoon, and he
made a detour to avoid the shopping
crowds. 1t was only afterward that 1t
occurred to him that he took his main
direction from the child by t~elepathy,
though the boy guided him along the
last street and up to the cottage door.
is this your fathers house?" asked
the doctor.
Eyes, g~'anfather.~ answered h
child But it was not The young
woman who hurried frantically along
the street at that moment spied the
boy and, snatching him from the auto
mobile, held him to her breast and
covered his face with kisses before
she turned to thank the gentleman
who mad as she supposed, brought
him home
MIR Carter n | a a on
the top floor" she said, looking at the
doctor obviously. The resemblance
to some photograph that she had seen
seemed to strike her
Il am Doctor Carter, madam said
the old man gravely- And you are. |
presume, my daughter-in-law."
1t was a beautiful face that looked
INTO his the eyes swan with tears and
the voice was tremulous. "Oh. sir, /
do hope you don't think / sent-sent
Harold" she began.
ITO see me? No. I haven't dared to
hope that" answered the doctor. 81
have simply come to see a patient"
Silently the girl opened the house
LOOT and the doctor assembled the
stairs until he came to the room in
which his son was lying, racked with
fever and delirious. upon a bed.
HE must be moved at once" said
the doctor. Il am going to take him
away to the hospital in my automo-
bile"
1t was all he could nerve himself to
do to utter the words, for a son. even
though lost for years, is still a son
at least, to most of US.
Wrapped in rugs the patient was
transferred to the automobile, which
made it's way at a slow pace into the
suburban district where the doctor
lived
The story that Mildred told vas a
painful one For years her husband
had been working for the company;
he had started at the bottom and was
just getting a fair salary when he was
attacked by a mysterious disease
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his position; that vas two months
ago, and the disease which no doctor
could diagnose. had made inroads upon
his system until his life seemed about
ended.
But this isn't the way to the hos
~pital!" she exclaimed, as the machine
turned INTO a pretty lane and stopped
before a Notwithstanding house.
1T is my house-my private hos
pital," answered the doctor.
And half an hour later Harold was
comfortable in bed and feebly con-
scious.
He looked up and recognized the
face of his father. Now, according to
all rules OF literature, father and son
ought to have fallen into each others
arms. But, oddly enough. the moment
his son recognized him the doctor felt
the old pride tie his tongue and re-
strain the hands that were so anxious
to enfold the young mans.
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