Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1916-08-03
Miss POtifer'S
POrneranian
1t Converted a Dog Halter
BY CLARIssA MAcKIE

| VINO are regularly occupied VIII mdk
ing a living, perhaps he had reached
an age when a home with no one In /
to cherish first begins to seem lonely
perhaps nature. having been cheated
out OF her rights, had begun to rebel
Be this as ii may, when DR.. Thornby
went into his rooms one evening aftel
an anxious day over a very sick pa
tent he longed for some one to com
fort him.
The next day after the doctor hat
finished with his morning office con
sultation, exerting himself to put the
best face on conditions that looked
dark indeed and having swallowed a
hasty lunch, he went to where his car
was standing and, tossing in his bag OF
medicines and medical implements, got
into the car himself. a little dog
bounded in behind him and sought a
warm place in his lap.
The Doctors mind was upon a very
sick patient. and the little stranger
was by no means welcome.
where did it come fromY' asked
DR.. Thornby as he pointed to the fluffy
bundle Of animation.
James the chauffeur, turned a casual
eye on the black Pomeranian who was
licking the doctors glove with a tiny
red velvet tongue.
81 couldn't say sir. l never noticed
It until you spoke
The doctor looked up and down the
street in search of some foolish wo-
man who might be the owner of the
lapdog. but the street was deserted.
"IIl take him to the pound" said the
doctor absently and Immediately for
got all about the Pomeranian which
nestled down in the bearskin robe I'M
til all one could distinguish was pair
Of sparkling eyes.
DR.. Thornby detested small dogs, es-
pecially when they were carried by
women, and he was supposed to be a
woman hater, which In a way was not
at all detrimental to his practice, for
the fair sex rather liked his brusque
manner, even when he told them that
they must battle with their disordered
nerves all alone with the weapons Of
plenty Of fresh air and exercise and
exertion OF undiscovered forces of will
power.
In spite of this very excellent ad-
vice they hocked to DR.. Thornby, and
some of them professed to enjoy his
look Of disapproval when they brought
their toy dogs aleng.
Two days later DR.. Thornby was still
In possession of the little Pomeranian
OF which he had grown very fond. Il
shall keep him. James, unless l find
the owner" explained the doctor. and
he hesitated to add that he had not
yet advertised that he had found the
dog.
That very afternoon. when he con-
suited his tablets, he found that an
urgent call had come from SO CHINA
mon terrace. He had several patients
In aristocratic Cinnamon terrace, but |
he did not recall the name Of POTTER.
No SO was long, low, homelike /
and when he rang the bell
1t was Immediately answered by a
smart Japanese butler.
Il am DR.. Thornby," said the ply !
stefan.
"Ah, excuse, sir; come this way,
please. 1t is Miss POTTER who is so
ILL.,"
The man led the way to an upper
sitting room, where the doctor was
greeted by Mrs. POTTER, a very stout,
lmiable looking woman, who confess
ID to being much worried over her
daughters condition.
"Florence has never had a days ill.,
ness in her life." said Mrs. POTTER,
and II doesn't seem possible that her
nerves should give way all at once"
Nerves. groaned the doctor more
nerves."
Mrs. POTTER opened a white door and
DIR. Thornby to a lovely
'oung woman. who was reclining on
ouch in charming pink and white
loudoir.
There was a strong odor of cologne
water in the room, and Miss Potlfer's
brown eyes gave evidence Of
ecent tears.
81 never felt better In my life, doc
or" walled Florence POTTER, as the
handsome young physician sat down
reside her. IL never felt better in my
lie at the moment when he disap-
'eared.'
"My daughter has suffered a great
put in Mrs. POTTER feelingly.
Il am very sorry indeed" said the
octor, experiencing a vague jealousy
{ the man whose disappearance had
aused such sorrow in one so young
nd lovely.
Florence POTTER sobbed softly into a
ice trimmed handkerchief and permit
I'd the doctor TO feel her pulse.
He was worth FIVE hundred dollars"
emarked Mrs. POTTER.
He couldn't have been much Of
atch." thought Thornby as he puzzled
IS brows over Miss Potifer's lack OF
ymptoms. 1--WE got a pretty fat bank
ccount myself
1T wasn't the money murmured
florence. but he was so dear. so
weet."