White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1918-07-07
On
Furlough
90
BY Fannie Barnett Linsky
Copyright, 1918, by the Mcclure Newspa-
per syndicate.)

per Syndicate.)
lieutenant Hanlon and Sergeant
FarreIl-to see Doctor Carroll, please
and a flash of admiration came into
the usually impressive countenance OF
Sims. the butler, as he o in with
one all-appraising glance the uniformed
figures before him.
"A fine looking pair of soldiers was
his silent verdict. but aloud he said :
I'll tell the doctor You have come
ard he waved them into the large re-
ception room that forms part of every
doctors home.
Gee" said Scott Hanlon (he of the
lieutenantlike decorations). this is
sure some fine place. our doctor man
must certainly be a man of means, al
though he never tried 10 make Us think
so when he talked to US
Il know it, Scott. but that's just
what made everybody like him So
replied Sergt. John Farrell, late of
the one Hundred and Seventh artil-
iery. Z know a few boys in The french
Is thatTl never forget him, and I'll
wager any one OF them would cheer
fully give up his life for Old Doe
= guess you're right, Jack. always
knew he was a big man, but ] never
thought that he had left all this be-
hind TO go over there and take care
of the boys; and as for anyone eve
giving mp anything to help Old Doe
why. ! only hope / have the chance
some day, for I'll sure never for
get
"Shi" came a warning whisper from
his brother officer as footsteps sounded
in the hall. The draperies parted and
once more Sims, the butler. made his
appearance.
BEG pardon, sirs," said he, but the
doctor vas called out quite unexpect-
edly, but he's expected back any min
ute. Mrs. Carroll went with him, but
If you'll please make yourselves COM
Portable, Miss Madeline and Miss Mary
will be down Directly And taking
caps and listers from the two guests
Sims withdrew once more with an
apologize cough.
Again left alone, the VI men talked
in undertones. "Kind o. queer that he
shouldn't be here to welcome US, don't
you think" said Jack to his eompan-
ion. Hes had our letter now over
two weeks, telling him that we'd spend
the last three days of our %furlough
with him here. However" as an after
thought, Il suppose a doctors a pretty
busy fellow. Must lie if he can afford
to have all this, and once more his
eyes wandered with an admiring
glance around the luxuriously fur
nished room, Il guess I'll leave our
small offering here till by and by
ne added. carefully depositing on the
table "A large and bulky package which
up to now he had been holding.
Miss Madeline and Miss Mary
they must be the twins that Doc was
forever raylng about" said Scott.
Can you picture me holding a club
by th~ree-year-old on my knee, and
saying: Cos ducky darling is Oo?'
And two hearty masculine laughs
pealed forth, forgetful for the moment
of their surroundings but only for a
moment, for a slight noise made both
men turn.
The twins. indeed-but nothing
chubby or three-year-old about the two
young ladies who stood in the door
way. Quite the contrary tall, slen'
der and good looking-at least such
was the mental verdict of two young
men who saw them for the first time.
Lieutenant Hanlon," spoke up one
slightly taller than her twin, and she
looked inquiringly at the two young
men. asAaaS sSH-
II am here" said Scott, as he
stepped forward.
II am Madeline Carroll" said thu
girl, holding out her hand, "and this Is
my sister Mary. Then you" turning
to Jack. as Mary and Scott were
gravely shaking hands, you must be-
must be" and she made a pretense OF
looking at a weil-worn letter that SHE
held in her hand, you must be Ser
geant Farrell"
II am said Jack so promptly thai
they all laughed, and SO the ice wa:
broken.
We've been looking forward to you
coming for ever so long," said Made
line, who evidently felt that the bur
den of entertainment rested upon hel
shoulders, land we were so excited
when dad got your letter saying thai
you were coming today, because-well
you see, it's a very important day fol
us-it's our birthday-Mary's ant
mine. You see, we're twins"
sYes, | know that" said Scott. YOU
dad-we always called him Doc, oyel
there at the front-did nothing bu'
talk about his twins"
He sure did," chimed In Jack. ian
Scott and / thought that you were
about three years old"