Pullman herald. [volume] (Pullman, W.T. [Wash.]) 1888-1989, 1920-10-22
LIGHTNING
BY CORONA REMINGTON.

i II never get over 1T II never Stl
over it What's the use of trying to
cure me?"
Cornne Benton turned her young
face to the wall and INDUCED in an
other delicious bout of weeping. Doc
tor Nestover sat patiently at her bed
side until the storm was over Then
he tried to reason with her.
TN older than you are, my child.
and my experience has proved that
most young people 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 a little attack
of nerves, and Il few months of good
hard work will straighten them out; so
tomorrow we're going to see about
taking a 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 a minute later gave his pa
tent hearty handShake and left the
room whistling. 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
lesslF tiippant and heartless. She must
be developing facial paralysis or some
thing, she decided.
"All readyw said the doctor to
Corinne a few days later. "We're GO
ing down to start that business course
this morning. / have young protege
that graduates in 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 I Just
hate YOU" Corinne found the energy
to stamp her foot with emphasis.
II guess | can bear up under that.
too" said the doctor with unruffled
good nature.
1t was a 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 if going
ont 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.
But I'll never get over it," she
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 n right
to keep a 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 lightning smile which he flashed
with frequency and impartiality on all
living things. He loved life, he loved
people and he was possessed of q 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.
81 say, Miss Benton" he exclaimed
| one morning, appearing from the inner
! office. IT'S dull as blazes today.
! Couldn't we go into my consulting
| room and have a game of checkers"
/ He looked almost sheepish and very
| boyish as he stood before COrinne.
Il guess So" she answered. rising
"But III 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 IeacHeu LlS point WDGFe IneN
| 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.
NV dear madam" the doctor said
suayely. I'm sorry that you had to
/ wait, but we were attending to an I'M
| portant matter"
That same evening--it was DeceIr-
Der then-DOctor Westover ran right
into his little eX-patient as he started
/ homeward. Hello there :" he greeted.
Haven't seen you in a coon'S age.
How are you getting along with
/ Mann?"
oh. all right; hut I'll never forget
him." she ended in her usual way.
Forget whom?" asked the doctor.
You know" replied the girl in in
! iured tones.
"Oh. that other chap" said West
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