The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1915-07-16

a helpless sort of way and
the physician into the hall,
The faced him with sorrowful
! you do anything for the girl.
! she whispered.
nook his head.
without her help, Mrs. Sar-
he said gravely. IF she had
htest desire to get better" he
tentatively.
wretched affair with Ralph
IL can speak freely to you,
|Lane. because you know all
!, OF course, no one outside
family knew that they were
and Elsie was saved that
ZION. but the shock of his jilt-
and the sudden announce
his marriage to Barbara Kent
10 much for the child's sensi-
IN Who can blame her if she
iesire to live?"
! - fiddlesticks!" shifted the
Sctor, patting Mrs. Sargent on
| shoulder. Elsie is young
! is her first love affair = it
pt be her last; it is our duty
to that-yes, yours and mine.
she grieves herself out of the
kou and l, Mrs. Sargent, must
br to create a new interest for
smething to make her want to
ever
II can we do?" asked Elsie's
I've an idea which l will ex-
liter. and now, good afternoon
lent worry"
the next morning Mrs. Sar.
Inc into Elsie's sickroom with
led face.
tie. you are to have a new doc
|ay,' she announced when the
lad left the room. Doctor Lane
/ len called to New York and
Doctor Phelps is taking care of
|ctice | hope you don't mind. +"
| shock her golden head. She
hind anything any more - not
bat awful day when Ralph had
her on the telephone and nerv-
hnounced that he had just mar
3rbara Kent; that she must not
he wasn't worth botheriIg
anyway. In view of his be.
this last remark was entirely
lous, but Elsie did mind. She
i swooned away in the library,
weeks the doctor and her de-
Family had tried to keep her
rifting away into eternity.
doesn't matter, mother" she
red, and turned her face to the
no o'clock that afternoon Doc.
elps made his first call at the
It's pretty home.
bt down at the bedside, scanned
(rse's report and nodded ap-
Then he lifted Elsie's white
and and laid his strong, warm
on the feeble pulse. Mean
be regarded the pale face on
low with a queer expression in
gray eyes.
Nurse had taken care that Elsie
look charming. Miss Whelan
(iddle-aged and still romantic,
might have explained why she
i her patient into her frilliest
g sacque and her daintiest lace
Fhe blue ribbons were no bluer
Isles pathetic eyes. The doc.
lized that when the dark lashes
&Id disclosed them.
ling better, eh?" breezed Doc.
Flps.
Is eyes widened ever so slight
shook her head. Il feel about
bl," she murmured.
didn't close her eyes again be.
he was interested in the vision
!, broad-shouldered young man,
haired and gray eyed, with sun
face and hands, who was wear
lite flannels. A tennis racquet
Psed on a chair beside his white
don't look a bit like a doc.
Fhe said, to her own amaze
don't look a bit like a sick
etorted Doctor Phelps. cheer
was interested.
l am ill.," she protested. 81
y, very ill-and you ought to
Doctor Phelps" with growing
Ice.
Is the trouble-I don't see
he matter with you, save that
too tired to sit up and eat a
nourishing things-and to GO
the club and hold your repu
n the singles"
sat up in bed, a rose pink
IN her cheeks. Tennis sin
she repeated. who Is en-
or the match? Not Myra Hat
ooctcr nodded. Miss Hatfield
rohg hopes Of taking the cup
Gu. I'm downright sorry, too
'afgent, for they tell me you
eorking game. I'll have to test
art action"
ne had applied the stetho
le replaced it in its case and
very cheerful.
TITS all right, Miss Sargent
worry. Miss Hatfield may not
W the cup after ALL"
wouldn't have a ghost of q
Il ! could only get out" was
eohhdent answer. when Goes
'cn come Off, Doctor Phelps
all track of time"
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