The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1934-02-09
This is Fathers young doctor"

Sullle. Lie Gasp VI pully Oiu manu-.
.Pm glad to see you, my boy. Come
calling, jamie, and bring Owen Ken
nedy's son. My sainted Aunt Maria
wish | was asleepp
Great-uncle Charlie bounced into the
house, his swallow-tails flying behind.
Hes a darling" Gay little notes
laughing in JAMES voice. "But he
hates to be house-cleaned, poor dear.
| He lives here alone with his man, jeff.
When he's bothered, he wishes he was
asleep"
Look here, young lady"
jamie glanced up swiftly. The arc
light shone on her soft brown hair and
her little pointed face.
"What is it, please?"
| II have name, you know"
"But it wouldn't mean anything to
| them"
"Will always be Fathers Young
Doctor'"
perhaps 5. Unless they like you
enough to give you name of your
| own"
That was something to think about.
But he didn't do 1t just then. They
had crossed the street and were walk
ing along a grilled iron fence higher
than either of their heads. Behind it
were lawns, a thicket of shrubbery, a
house with fluted white pillars.
"That's fine old place."
The Governors House. Uncle
Frank Grove owns it now. Aunt Lucy
lived here with Muriel and john"
! "The Governors HouseT
"a governor lived here years ago.
They've called it that ever since. 1t
used to be lovely. Aunt Lucy moved
away when the mills came SO close
| They have a summer home outside
town. In the winter they live in Wash
ington. This place has been vacant
for nearly ten years."
| They approached the entrance
"Hello, Tom" A thick-set young
man of medium height locking the
gate in the grilled iron fence.
"Hello, JAMIE" A pleasant voice.
crisp and decisive.
"They haven't sold it, have they,
Tom?"
81 don't think so. The kids have
been sneaking in. wanted to see If
they've done any damage"
"Oh," jamie was obviously relieved.
"This is-Doctor Kennedy, Mr. Nc
Allister."
"Glad to know you" The grip of a
muscular hand.
Hes going to work with Father
for year.
"Good"
Hugh felt himself being closely In
spected. He returned the compliment.
Strong features, he thought. Thirty
two or three, perhaps Well tailored
and barbered and groomed. But why
that measuring look?
as Celia at homer" Again the crisp
decisive voice.
''She's at the shore with Aunt Rose"
A rather stiff sort of answer. Didn't
she like the chap?
II didn't know Well, good
night I'll probably see you again."
He lifted his hat and walked away,
authority in his swinging stride;
confident, self-assured air.
THAT'S old Thomas grandson Tom,"
| jamie confded. HE worked his way
through college and law school and
now he's very successful. Father
says he'll probably be the next bur-
CESS"
Looks rather young"
"He's brilliant" Evidently, Hugh
thought, she didn't dislike the chap.
She was chanting praises to the burly
| old Scotchman's grandson Tom. "Peo-
pie like him-especially in this part of
town. He used to NOW the lawn for
Uncle Frank and drive Aunt Lucy to
market. Graciousi" jamie interrupt
ed herself with low throaty sound of
amusement. "Many's the time he's
fished me out of the fountain and
spanked me and sent me home"
Hugh wondered about that measur-
ing look as they walked on along the
high grilled fence.
Cellar ne asked, out OF LnOugnt"
full silence.
"My sister That's a magnolia
tree up there close to the house.
1t was quiet under the mulberry
trees. They sat on a bench near the
fountain. The sounds of the town,
came to them family; the rattle Of
trolley, pounding truck, a car chang
ing gears on the upgrade of Orange
street. All about them were shadows
and the heavy sweet fragrance of the
locust blossoms. jamie sighed bliss
fully.
Sometimes" she said, II love this
funny old Square"
"Only sometimes" Hugh glanced
down at jamie seated with one foot
tucked under on the rusty iron bench.
She looked, he thought, like solemn