The Wrangell sentinel., 1920-07-29
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BUDDY"
By EVA GOLDBERG.


Preparations were being made at "IdlerS' Lodge" for the invasion of ''The Jolly Ten" Polly French. their president. left on an earlier train than the other members, with plans for dressing up the crude bungalow and replacing isolation by homelike atmosphere.
 Buddy Moore, her acquaintance of half an hour, she had already adopted as camp mascot, and the little fellow proved his worth by running errandS in the locality so unfamiliar 10 the newcomer.
 "Now what cozy touch that gives" veyed a corner where stood settee upon which were arranged gayly-col- ored pillows. A picture here and there several pennants tastefully distrib- uted-what transformation 1t made on the bare wall.
 While Buddy ran out to gather some wild flowers for her vase, the indus trious girl undertook to repair a broken rocking-chair. Missing her aim, the hammer heavily struck her finger.
 My. but that hurt What a fierce blow. And was the hand swelling?
 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 where l can get doctor? See what I've done.
 "I don't know, Miss Polly" he ven tured with childlike hesitancy, but can go to the village and find out
 "The yillage-bless your heart that's half mile down. You're an angel" And she stroked his crop of golden hair. Aren't you afraid to go all alone?' she inquired. You can read doctors sign. of course?"
 "Sure I can,' he assured Tt says M D., don't it? I can read-Im 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 M. D." she shouted as he ran towards the door.
 The little chap was half way down to the village when he passed u house whose brass doorplate attracted his eye. On 1t was displayed in large black lettering:
 NJ. D. CLARKE,
 Proprietor, Sunrise Studios
 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 to come right over-she's hurt herself and It aches dread-dreadfully," the boy an nounced without any ceremony.
 Morton D. Clarke was in a quan- dary.
 "French," he asked "Who is she?"
 You'd better hurry, cause she's afraid her hands poisoned" the little messenger warned. ignoring the direct question.
 The artist followed the speedy little footsteps that led to the road which introduced "Idlers' Lodge" where the patient was now in severe pain.
 "Oh, doctor" she explained, upon meeting the hatless, breathlesS stran- ger T would have called at your of- flee only that I am not acquainted with this town and so sent"
 "Doctor?" he interrupted, but there must be some mistake, gfrlie. 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 I can help you by 'phoning for one"
 In a moment he was gone.
 Returning from the station, Mir. Clarke assured Miss French that a physician would arrive In 10 minutes. In the meantime he tried to make her forget her suffering by his engaging manner and interesting conversation.
 "Now tell me-" he urged. "who ever played a joke on me and gave you my name as being a doctor|'
 Buddy. overhearing Dis, amusingly vindicated himself by proving the eX- istence of an NJ. 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 to finish the decorations about the cottage, and. by applying his artistic knowledge, great improve ment did he achieve.
 How satisfied Polly was! 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. eyeing man, whispered to Polly. "What, filtration already?"
 But in a short time everybody knew