The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1916-06-18

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down.. Mrs. Maynard" said the
family physician. soothinsly' III
~ puzzled me at first. but now 1
End that there is no real cause Tor
worrying. Miss Myra must simply eat
good. wholesome food; take this tonic
three times q day and take ten drops
Of this nerve medicine every hour"
at is not my nerves." protested the
girl. as she reclined in the big library
chair. bewitclning vision OF pink and
white. attired In one, OF those SEMI
boudoIr gowns worn by convaiescents.
She was weak and wan, yet her
spiritual beauty seemed more intensi-
ned by her illness; Il never felt SO
life. Doctor Crawford. It lust seems as
though all the strength were being
= squeezed out of my heart"
"ltt. TUT" and the old physician re-
scented this questioning of his diagnosis
My child, have treated you through
every sickness of your life. l know
exactly what YOU need. I will prescribe
two additional combinations which 1
wish you to take punctually. accord
ing to the directions on the bottles
You will tind that you are another be-
ing after twelve hours"
True to the tradition OF so many old
school practitioners. he deluged the girl
with variety OF weird drugs. and
then departed with a comfortable sense
of duty well done.
"Oh. dear. will spend every minute
my mouth" sighed myra, as she twisted
uneasilv in the chair.
She drew a sharp breath. as she
pressed her hand to her heart:
her mother anxiolisly.
'.It is Just terrible pressure here
which seems to stop the beating. Oh.
this is the second day of this agony.
mother. ] wish | had not been too
silly yesterday-I should have tpld
Dr. Alden how serious It really was"
There. child. 1t will be better. Good
old DIR. Crawford never makes a mis-
take. lust rest and he calm. md stop
worrying over all this silly occult bust
ness You are through with that for
Her mother walked TOWARD the I d9S +:
answered the summons and returned
with a tastefully large bouquet.
eft is for you. Miss Myra." and the
butler placed the fragrant token in her
"How beautiful" and flush of de-
light came to the white cheeks for an
instant. Just, what / wanted; ] Won
der who sent them. On, see-its DR..
'Aiden's card", .'"
Her mother frowned,
''Myra, as the affianced wife Of Ar
thur Narney. l do not believe 1t Is right
for you tn show so much interest in
DR.. Alden. You are wearing Arthurs
Myra dropped her eyes and a tear
! trickled down her cheek.
e "I can't help liking my friends;
mother" was her meek protest. And
; Or. Alden and I have so much in COM
mon. He has done so much for me,
while Arthur-well. do not understand
why ever accepted him---your insist
q ence had much to do with it, and I
, Mrs. Maynard looked away almost
g,liltily. and left the room. distracted:
. ~. She felt vague uneasiness herself
thur Varncv was, according to ma
terral standard, good match" He
was handsome. debonair. of immacu-
late social position; his means were
mis- attitude to her Myrn's mother, had
been one of flattering Difference TO ev-
cry wish. Every act seemed planned
for Mrs. Maynard's particular pleasure;
every opinion of hers seemed to find
echo in his suave acquiescence. In
? short Mrs Maynsrd's interference with
her daughters future was based upon
the same self-interest which has intlu-
enced the lives of so many daughters.
-, Dr. P0yson Alden was so different In
tyne. His Gallantry could not be gain
said. Yet, so many times since he had
> come into their lives he had overridden
r her opinions; ignoring the maternal de-
crees, with n calm assumption of SUI
periority most nothing. And. most ir-
ritating Of all. he had proved himself
Z IN tho rlSnt.
In short. Or. Payson Alden was not
the sort OF young man 70 make. meek
son-in-law. To Mrs. Maynard, as to
so many other mothers, this was the
= unforCivabe objection.
Even rs Myra buried her face In the
CHEEKY blossoms the physician came TO
inquire about her. He was admitted TO
81 the library: the girls weakness fright
oned him. After the first words of
: greeting, Alden took out his watch 10
I count the girls pulse.
you, have no fever. but YOUR heart
action Is very weak, Miss Myra. You
are a great deal sicker than you were
yesterday, I don't like this bit, DR.
Ctawford's prescriptions are all right
perhaps. But he did not diagnose your
case correctly"
why, DIR Crawford is one of tn,
oldest practitions in the city," begar
Mrs. Maynard Indignantly.
,tiEaactly, Tint is the trouble with
him. He, is. still living in the mid-Vlc,
torian era OF drug cures, There Is more
here than the need OF bitter medicines
This illness is not altogether natural
What do you mean, doctor?" anc
Myra looked at him sharply.
. well, I will soon find out DIR. Albert