The weekly times-record. (Valley City, N.D.) 1912-1922, 1917-12-27
! PEACE OFFERING
BY LOUISE OLIVER.
copyright. 1917, by the Mcclure Newspa

Gray had long been enemies. The
feud had not started oyer any dispute
about territorial boundaries, although
their lots adjoined, nor had sit been
handed down from another generation
over a difference in politics, although
old Henry Wardwell and Elias Gray
had never been able to hit it off on
the tariff nor the Monroe doctrine.
n No, the doctor and Miss Erminie
had q difference all their own, which
started when Miss Erminie was sick
one time and the doctor had insisted
|sOn her taking cod-liver oil to build
her up, and she had insisted upon re-
fusing it as well as the eggnogs he
prescribed in conjunction with the
other. Miss Erminie had always hated
eggs, and she couldn't bear milk, and
she simply couldn't swallow cod-liver
oil. ~. ~
you've just got to, Erminie," the
doctor had declared. ''Youre nervous
and anaemicr and everything you
ought not to be, and I'm not going to
stand by and let you die"
do; it's my own affair.""
s''Not while Tn your DOCTOR"
"I'll die anyway. If I had to take
those awful doses I'd be dead in two
days. So I'm going to die comfort
ably" ..-s,--. 49, -.
mo, you're not going to die at all.
AS long as I'm your doctor you'll have
to do as say"
"And what if I don't?"
He spread his hands and shrugged
slightly.
You wash your hands Of me, sup
pose" she had replied.
what else can I do?'
"Well, there are other doctors in
town, Tom Wardwell. You don't have
to waste your time on me. Good morn
ing" =
"Now, Erminie. I didn't say that"
But she would not reply nor look at
him again, so he picked up his hat and
left.
u .Erminie began to pick up suspicious
II after that. She put on pounds Of
tlesh, her eyes frightened, the bloom
came back to her cheeks, and her lips
no longer looked like parchment. But
What she kept locked in her closet no
one could have told but the local
apOthecary, and why she suddenly be-
came such good customer -of the
Farm and Dairy Produce company no
one knew save Sarah, the maid.
Bat when she had tonsilitis she sent
TOT old Doctee Bradner. That was the
only time she had been really Ill in
tAe two years since the trouble. But
that was enough.
Doctor Wardwell lifted his hat
when brought face to face with his
combative neighbor, and Miss Erminie
bowed stihly. But never a word passed
between them.
She was away all Of the second
summer and returned in September.
The days were hot and oppressive and
she sat out on the porch great deal
Of the time, knitting on gray or khaki
5colofed yarns, meant for the snappy
months ahead when the boys across
the water would need them. She had
about completed her second set--a
sleegeless S.seztes, Z knitted helmet,
. scarf and pair OF wristlets.
The afternoon paper was flung up
on the porch, landing at her feet. She
stopped eagerly and picked it up,
anxiOusly scanning the names of those
to 60. And then in a section by itself
she read: 'Noted Local Physician
Commissioned. To Leave for France
In -Four Weeks. DR.. Thomas Wardwell
Called to, the Colors." There wasn't
much more, merely confirmation Of
Sthe heading.
The paper fell at her feet unheeded.
Her eyes stared before her into space;
her knitting slipped off her knee. She
knew row-she'd known all, along
that she was mean and contemplate
and had childishly given way to petty
spite, hoping all the time that he
would make the overture for peace.
She realized, too, that what she had
done had hurt him beyond repair, and
yet she had expected him to be the
one to bridge the gulf.
Just then a paper blew over out Of
tie d0ctors yarda brown wrapping
paper which had come on a postal
package. 1t bore his name, address
and cancelled stamps as it lay spread
below her. Then Miss Erminie sud-
denly had an inspiration. The last
woOlen set was Just finished and she
determined that Doctor Wardwell
should wear the things without an
idea OF the donor.
She few indoors with the paper,
deftfy wrapped the pieces and tied
them securely, with the name and adj
dress In full view. Then she ran. over
and#laid it in the DOCTORS vestibule.
He'd think the postman had brought
It, when he returned from his calls.
But not so. just as she turned, the
door opened and a strong arm drew
her into the hall.
"Erminie ~ The doctors voice
shook. "What are you doing?"
I ''Iwhy just brought a little peace
offering. And want you to know I'm
sorry To- serything." The tears were
coming.