The Chicago whip. (Chicago, Ill.) 1919-19??, 1919-09-13
BUDDY
ey EVA GOLDBERG.


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Preparations were being made at
"Jdlers' Lodge" for the Invasion OK
"The Jolly Ten" Polly French, their
president. left on an earlier train than
the other members, with plans for
dressing up the crude bungalow ana
replacing isolation by . homelike
atmosphere.
Buddy Moore, her acquaintance OF
half an hour, she had already adopted
as camp mascot, and the little fellow
proyea his worth by running errands
In the locality so unfamiliar to the
newcomer.
Now what a coy touch that gives
Polly convinced herself, while sil'. sur
viewed a corner where stood settee
upon which were arranged gayly-coi.
ored pillows. A picture here and there
several pennants tastefully dlstrib-
uted-what a transformation is made
on the bare wall
While Buddy ran out to gather some
wild flowers for her vase, the INDUS
trious girl undertook 10 repair
broken rockingham. Missing her
aim. the hammer heavily struck her
finger.
Nv. but that hurt What q fierce
blow And WAS the hand swellingf
The happy youngster, with an arm
full of fresh posies, romped in to dis
play them. Excited Polly glanced at
herself In bungalow attire, then at
Bud.
sonny, do you know whore l can
get a doctor? See what Eve donel
"a don't know. Miss Polly he ven
,ured with chldlike hesitancy. but
can 20 to the village and find ont"
1.-THE village-bl.ss your heart
that's half n mile down. You're an
angel" And she stroked his crop of
golden hair. Aren't yon afrnid to 60
all alone?" she inquired. You can
read doctors sign, of eourse?'
sure ! can" he assured. ut says
81. D., don't III | can read-Em seven
now-in the second grade-we read
hard books and write with ink. we
do"
"All right dear, then remember
the first sign that reads NJ ID" she
shouted as he ran towards the door.
The little chap was half way down
TO the village when he passed house
whose brass coorplate attracted his
eye. On II was displayed In large
black lettering:
ND. CLARKE.
proprIetor Sunrise Sfudtos
Spying the initials. and without at
tempting TO decipher the rest. which
was beyond his power. the youngster
rang the bell and summoned the owner
OF that long title. A serious appear
Ing young man approached him.
miss French says for YOU 20 come
RICH, over-she's hurt herself and IL
aches dread-dreadfully." the boy an
nounced without any ceremony.
Morton d. Clarke was in a guam
dairy.
French" he asked. "Who Is sheT"
you'd better hurry. cause she's
afraid her hands poisoned" the little
messenger warned. ignoring the direct
question.
The artist followed the speedy sttle
footsteps that led to the road which
introduced "Idlers' Lodge where the
patient was now In severe pain.
ooh, doctor" she explained, upon
meeting the hatless. breathless stran-
| ger. II would have called at your Of
fee only that | am not acquainted
with this town and so sent"
Doctor" he interrupted, but there
mus, be some mistake. grille. I'm no
doctor, but an artist--up here for the
summer.
Let me waste no time, though" he
suggested when noticing the exposed
wound; perhaps can help you by
'phonlns for one"
In q moment he was gone.
Returning from the station, Sr.
Clarke assured Miss French that
physician would arrive In 10 minutes.
In the meantime he tried TO make her
forget her suffering by his engaging
manner and interesting conversation.
snow tell me-" he urged. "who ever
played joke on me and gave you my
name az being doctor?"
Buddy, overhesrlng this, amtringy
INDICATED himself by proving the ex-
istence OF an M. d. on Clarke's name.
Both Morton and Polly laughed
heartily, and after medical attendance
had given relief. she was better fitted
TO enjoy the event occasioned by we'll
meaning, innocent Buddy.
Soon the artist very thoughtfully
volunteered 20 finish the decorations
about the cottage, and. by applying
his artistic knowledge. great improve
inent did he achieve.
How satisfied Polly wasl And
wouldn't the girls be surprised and de-
lighted at the welcome sight
Nine tired vacationists greeted their
president on the front porch, and one
observing young lady. cycling a man,
whispered TO Polly, what, "a filtration