Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1917-01-04

ths ndshhoEhood Wes his oWa. 10
give II all up and bseosns his younger
bectheris asststant-eve0 u Il meant.
a. It would. better hours and more
money-would be to subtnerge bis
identity. He could not bring himself
to do Il.
~ guess I'll stay where I am" he
said. "They know me around here.
and I know them. BY the way. will
you leave this envelope ut Mrs. Nc
KEGS? Maggie ROsenfeid Is ironing
there today. It's for her."
Max took the envelope absently.
you'll 60 on here to the end Of your
days. working for a pittance." he OBJ
jected. "Inside of ten years thereH
he 10 general practitioners; then
where will you bel"
an manage somehow" said the
brother placidly. II guess there Will
always be a few that u pay my prices
better than what you specialists ask"
Max laughed with genuine amuse-
ment.
II dare say, IL this Is the way you
let them pay your prices"
He held out the envelope. and the
older man c0lOred.
.
Very proud of Doctor Max was his
brother, unseliishly proud, of his skill,
OF his handsome person, of his easy
good manners very humble, too. of his
own knowledge and experience. If he
ever suspected any lack of finer fiber
in Max, he put the thought away.
Probably he was too rigid himself.
Max was young, a hard worker. He
had a right to play hard.
He prepared his black bag for the
days calls-stethoscope, Thermometer,
eye-cup, bandages, case of small Walls,
a lump Of absorbent cotton in a not
overfresh towel; in the bottom, a het-
erogeneous collection Of instruments, n
roll Of adhesive plaster, a bottle or
two of sugar-of-miik tablets for the
children, a dog collar that had be-
longed 10 a dead collie, and had got
in the bag In some curious fashion aud
there remained.
He prepared the bag n little nery-
ously, while Max ate. He felt that
modern methods and the best usage
might not have approved Of the bag.
On his way out he paused at the din
ing-room door.
Are you going to the hospitals"
Operating at four-wish you could
come in"
I'm afraid not, Max. I've promised
Sidney Page to speak about her to
you. She wants to enter the training
school,
"Too young" said Max briefly.
"Why. she can't he over sixteen"
"She's eighteen
well, even eighteen. Do you think
any girl of that age is responsible
enough TO have life and death put in
her hands? Besides. although | haven't
noticed her lately, she used to be a
pretty little thing. There is no use
iiiling up the wards with a lot of
o~rnalDanls: 1t keeps the internes all
: stewed up
"Slnce when" asked Doctor Ed mild,
~, have YOU found good looks In &
girl q handicap?'
, In the end they compromised. Max
would see Sidney at his office. Ii
would lie better than having her run
= across the Strcet-would put things
Oh the right footing. For, if he did
Hlve her admitted, She svould have to
learn ut once that he was 40 longer
doctor Max that, as Il matter Of
fact, he Was now Stnii, and entitled
: 10 much dignity, 10 speech without con.
, tradiction or argument. TO clean tow.
| els, and a deferential inferno at his
: elbow.
* =
Down the clean steps went Doctor
{ Max that morning, Il big man, almost
rs tall as X. lie Moyne, eager of life,
strong and a bit reckless. not fine, per.
haps, but not evil. lie had the same
: zest Of living, as Sidney. but with this
dl!ference--thc girl stood ready TO give
, herself to life: he knew that life would
come to him. All dominating male was
Doctor Max, MS he stepped into his car
t and made his way to his Office. Here
were people who believed in him, from
the middlc-aged nurse in her prim uni.
form to the row of patients sitting
e stiiIly around the walls Of the waiting
: room. Doctor Max drew Il long breath
y This was the real thing--wors nnf
plenty Of 1t, a chance to show the Other
men what he could do, Il battle tt
win. No humanitarian was he, but ,
fghter-each day he came TO his otlc,
! witt, the same battle lust.
Il The Office nurse had her back to him
When she turned, he faced an agree
o able surprise. Instead of Miss Simp
" son, he faced a young and attractive
z girl. family familiar.
l. ave tried TO get you by telephone,
she explained. Il nm from the hos
II pital. Miss Simpsons father died tli!
morning, and She knew you woult
have to have someone. l was Jus
y starting for my vacation, so they sen
me-"
Rather n poor substitute for n 80
a cation" he commented.
I She was a very pretty girl. lie In,
seen her before IN the hospital, but h,
G had never really noticed how attrac
e tive she was. Rather stunning sh,
y was, he thought. The combination O
s yellow hair and dark eyes was unusual
. He remembered, just In time. to ex
press regret at Miss SimnsOn's ha