The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1920-09-17
LIGHTNING
BY corona REMINGTON.
1870. by Mcclure Newspaper syndicats.)

W. ASzv' py mcclure newspaper oyhoicateJ
I'll never get over it-Tll never get
over II! What's the use of trying to
cure me?
Corinne Benton turned her young
face to the wall and indulged In an
other delicious bout Of weeping. Doc
tor Westover sat patiently at her bed
side until the storm was over Then
he tried to reason with her.
I'm older than you are. my child,
and my experience has proved that
most young pcople run onto the shoals
In their first love affair, and ordinarily
they get over It with surprising ra-
pidity.
"As TO trying to cure you, you have
nothing the matter but little attack
OF nerves, and few months of good
hard work will straighten them out so
tomorrow we're going to see about
taking business course. I've talked
1t all over with your parents and they
approve most heartily"
Corinne tried to petrify the doctor
with one horrible look, but If he was
In the least affected he showed no
signs and minute later gave his pa
tent hearty handshake and left the
room whstling. Indeed, so unim-
pressed did he appear that the girl
began to fear that her features had
failed to register the unspeakable dis
gust she had felt for anyone so hope
lessly fiippant and heartless. She must
be developing facial paralysis or some
thing, she decided.
"All ready" said the doctor to
Corinne few days later. "We're GO
ing down to. start that business course
this morning. I have a young protege
that graduates iI medicine this June.
He'll be needing an efficient girl
around the Office, so I'll engage you
right now for him. Let's get busy"
you're a perfect brute, and just
hate you" Ccrinne found the energy
to stamp her foot with emphasis
II guess I can bear up under that.
too" said the doctor with unruffied
good nature.
1t wds hard fight, but Westover
finally won. and as the days went by
CorInne was disguised to notice the
return Of color to her cheeks. At any
rate she thought she would never get
over the love tragedy, even IL going
out in the open did make her look
healthy again-diseased bodies are
durable. but never a crushed soul ! AS
she improved, Doctor Westover saw
less and less of his pretty. impetuous
little patient.
you're looking fine - he would tell
her heartily.
would always reply. 'Tll never love
another man."
The doctor would smile to himself
as he passed on, but Corinne knew
nothing Of this-old folks have right
to keep few secrets to themselves.
With June came the jealous young
Doctor Mann and the girl was duly in
stalled. He was a big six-foot man
who dressed well, spoke rapidly and
had a 4ightning smile Which he flashed
with frequency and impartiality on all
living things. He loved life. he loved
people and he was possessed Of keen
sympathy.
Naturally, the patients did not flock
to his doors Immediately, and both the
young people had plenty of time on
their hands. Corinne read a great
deal and dabbled at fancywork, but
the doctor had read himself almost
into frenzy for six long years and
fancywork was not In his line. so
things were decidedly slow for him. r
~ say, Miss Benton" he exclaimed
one morning, appearing from the inner
office. ats dull as blazes today.
Couldn't we so into my consulting
room and have a game Of checkers"
He looked almost sheepish and very
boyish as he stood before Corinne.
81 guess so," she answered. rising.
'But I'll never forget him." she de-
clared loyalty to herself as she glanced
at the lightning smile.
They played checkers great deal
that summer. those two. To be sure.
| his practice grew steadily, but there
were still many hours untitled, and the
young mans mania for checkers be-
came more acute the more he played.
It even reached the point where they
would get so absorbed that they
would fail to keep an ear open for
patients In the outer room, and one
day they kept Mrs. Connington Flash
erby waiting nearly an hour, as she
testify informed them when they FINAL
ly appeared.
my dear madam" the doctor said
| suavely. I'm sorry that you had to
wait, but we we're attending to an Inn
portant matter"
That same evening--it was Decem-
Der then--Doctor Westover ran right
into his little ex-patient as he started
| homeward. Hello therel" he greeted.
Haven't seen you in coon's age.
How are you getting along with
Mannr
"Ob. all right; but TIL never forget
| him." she ended In her usual way.
| Forget whomr asked the doctor.
"You know" replied the girl In In
| jured tones.
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