The Goldfield news and weekly tribune. [volume] (Goldfield, Nev.) 1911-1947, 1916-05-20
Miss POtifer'S
POmeranian
Il Converted a Dog Halter
BY CLARISSA MACKIE

and a bachelor. His practice took up
all his time during the day. and whep
he reached his rooms in the evening.
sometimes late. he was too tired to go
out to seek amusement. Perhaps his
case was no different from other men
who are regularly occupied with max
ing q living. perhaps he had reached
an age when a home with no one in II
to cherish first begins to seem lonely.
perhaps nature. having been cheated
out of her rights. had begun to rebel.
Be this as it may. when DR.. Thornby
went into his rooms one evening after
an anxious day over a very sick pa
tent he longed for some one to com
fort him.
The next day after the doctor had
finished with his morning office con
sultation. exerting himself to put the
best face on conditions that looked
dark indeed and having swallowed Il
hasty lunch. he went to where his car
was standing and. tossing in his bag OF
medicines and medical implements. got
into the ear himself. y little dog
bounded in behind him and sought a
warm place in his lap.
The doctors mind was upon II very
sick patient, and the little stranger
was by no means welcome.
Where did it come from asked
DR.. Thornby as he pointed to the fluffy
bundle of animation.
James. the chauffeur. turned IL casual
eve on the black Pomeranian who was
licking the doctors glove with Il tiny
red velvet tongue.
Il couldn't say. sir. | never noticed
it until you spoke"
The doctor looked up II down the
street in search of some foolish wo-
man who might be the owner OF the
lapdog. but the street was deserted.
I'll take him to the pound said the
doctor absently and Immediately for
rot all about the Pomeranian. which
nestled down in the bearskin robe I'M
ill all one could distinguish was n pair
Of sparkling eyes.
DR.. Thornby detested small dogs. es
p~ecially when they were carried by
women. and he was supposed to be Il
woman hater. which in Il 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 d~iSordered
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 locked to DR.. Thornby. and
some of them professed to enjoy his
look of disapproval when they brought
their toy dogs along
Two days later DR. Thornby was still
in possession of the little Pomeranian
of which he had grown very iond. 81
shall keep him. James, unless ! find
the owner explained the doctor. and
he hesitated to add that he had not
vet 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 a long. low. homelike
residence. and when he ang the bell
il was Immediately answered by IA
smart japanese butler,
~ am Or. Thornby," said the ply
stefan.
"Ah. excuse. sir; come this way.
please. 1t is Miss POTTER who is SO
ILL.,"
The man led the "a to an upper
sitting roonH where the doctor was
greeted by Mrs POTTER, a very stout.
amiable looking M who confess
ed to being much worried over her
daughters condition.
"Florence has never had a days i'll
ness in her life" said Mrs. POTTER,
and it doesn't seem possible that her
nerves should give way all at once"
Nerves." groaned the doctor. Nor
nerves."
Mrs. POTTER opened IL white door and
introduced DR.. Thornby to a lovely
young woman. who was reclining on a
couch in a charming pink and white
bOudoir
There was a strong odOr of cologne
water in the room, and MISS Potl1er
beautiful brown eyes gave evidence Of
recent tears.
Il never felt better in my life. doc
tor" walled Florence POTTER. as the
handsome young physician sat down
beside her. II never felt better in my
: life at the momen when he disap
peared."
MY daughter has suffered a great
sorrow. put in Mrs. POTTER feelingly.
II am very sorry indeed" said the
doctor. experiencing IL vague Jealousy
Of the man whose disappearance had
caused such sorrow in one so young
and lovely.
Florence POTTER sobbed softly into a
lace trimmed handkerchief and permit
ted the doctor to feel her pulse.
He was worth five hundred dollars"
remarked Mrs. POTTER.