The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1920-11-25
"GORRY"
BY BEATRICE L. Bulls.

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Ann Reed and Don Graves. stanch
friends since Infancy, had quarreled
This was unusual. and to Gordon
Thurston, little brother" TO both. Il
was serious. Don had gone back 10
college without making up" with Ann.
Three weeks had passed with no mes
sages passing between them.
Gordon, intimately known as "Gor-
ry," wOrshiped Don and adored Ann.
1t was several weeks since the quar-
rel that CORY was seated at his ia
TIERS big roll-top desk, chewlng-the end
OF a pencil he held in his hand. A
deep frown wrlnkled his ten.year- old
forehead; he was lost In thought.
II can't stand 1t any longerl he
murmured as he set to work laborious-
ly for nearly an hour, Then, with a
sigh Of relief he carefully folded the
paper, and after slipping It into a huge
| envelope which he found on the desk,
he addressed 1t In a scrawIIng hand
pounded stamp in the corner with
his little fist, grabbed up his cap aud
dashed from the house. A few mo-
ments later and the envelope had been
| thrust into the corner mail box.
The next afternoon Ann was seated
In the living room reading when CORY
suddenly appeared at the door.
"Oh, Ann, It's awful dull. VIII you
play with me?" he asked, with nerv-
Gus air.
why, surely, Cory dear. What
shall we play?"
Let's play I'm q doctor and you're
sick. Let me fix you; put your feet
up in this chair; lean back and act
sicker'n anything"
Cory stepped back to view his smIl-
| ing patient. Something's wrong, and
| know what it is. Your hair ought to
be down In two pieces like mothers
was when she was ~ the hospital.
Please put 1t down."
"Why, you queer child Whatever
has struck you todayT
At that CORY bushed.
CORY brought over a small pencil,
! gently placed II In AIMS mouth, and
felt her pulse on the wrong side of her
| wrist. After a short minute CORY
took out the pencil, walked over TO
the window and examined the length
OF the pencil critically. He returned,
shaking his head hopelessly.
you've got lots Of fever, maam."
he said quite hastily. you must close
your eyes and keep perfectly still.
Hurry up! Close EN-"
Ann obeyed she'd do anything for
| CORY.
Keep EN- closed tight" ordered the
amateur doctor In an excited voice.
Then he tlptoed from the room.
Presently Ann felt her hands clasped
tightly. Opening her eyes, she found
a man kneellng at her side.
DOM" she gasped.
"Oh, Ann, I'm 50 sorry. Why didn't
you let me know2 Won't you forgive
me for my fooishness? Can't | do
| something for you? Ann, don't look at
me like that" whispered Don In an
agonlzed voice.
"Why. Don, what's the troubled
Why are yop here? What has hap
pened? Why do you you look so7
Don, you're crushing my hand. What
is the troubIeF Where's GOrry?" ques-
toned the bewlldered Ann as she at
tempted to rise.
Don't get up, Ann. Didn't CORY
tell you? That's queer, Yesterday
got letter from Gordon telling me
that you were very sick and that I'd
better come right home on my usual
train and make up with you. Why
Ann, what are you laughing att Don't
laugh so hard; It might make you
worse"
"Worse?" laughed Ann. "Oh, Don,
who's the joke on? I'm not sick that
u.s. not really; I'm just playing doctor
with CORY I'm the patient"
"Well, then why did he write me
that letter."
Ill don't know" heslta;ed Ann,
"but | can guess"
$50 can l." came DOn's answer as
he Joined her In mutual smile of UNI
derstandng. Lets ask him to tell us.
Oh, CORY say, CORY, come here"
No answer. Don went to the door
and called again Soon door up
stairs closed, and Cory slowly de-
seconded the stairway with worried
expression upon his little face. He
and Don returned to Ann where CORY
confessed all as he stood twisting
| AIMS braids around his hand, looking
from one to the other with half
ashamed, half-trumphan glances,
II couldn't think OF any other
way. ! knew Ann wasn't mad at you,
Denny, and knew you wasn't mad
at her, cause nobody could get mad
at her. Ann didn't get any letters
from you and knew she hadn't writ
ten to you cause you'd have answer
ed II she had Besides eyerythings
all wrong when you two are mad, and
Just had to do something. So
wrote that letter and had Ann play
sick just when your train came In.
Was awful naughty?" he sobbed on
AIMS shoulder.
mo dear, you were perfect angel"
smiled Ann as she kissed the boy,
"Angel1 Hull You were a brick !"
exclaimed Don. you've got brains,
CORY. old scout Here's quarter
and give mo your hand"