The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1934-02-16

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Ancient Rome in Miss Parker's con-
servatory for female rosebuds."
jamie quoted rather freely:
Then up spake brave Horatius
A valiant man was he.
Now, who will stand on either hand
And guard the bridge with me?
Whether or not the humble appear
ance of uoratius had anything to do
with the gradual change from resent
ment to acceptance, Hugh was never
able to decide. The Miller twin, how
ever, certainly did. Hugh rushed into
the Miller kitchen one afternoon to
find the child purple and pop-eyed, ap-
parently choking to death. Without
waiting to ask questions, Hugh seized
the little fellow, appended him and
shook him vigorously. A piece of hard
candy rolled down to the floor Two
minutes later the child, turned right
side up, was sobbing quietly in his
mothers arms.
This exhibition of medical skill could
not have occurred In more suspicious
place. Mrs. Miller, the elder, was
| tireless bearer of news. Before night
all the Square, and considerable por-
ton of the surrounding territory, had
been Informed that 1.-The young doc
tor had saved the Miller twins life.
Hugh was the hero Of the day.
jamie favored him with glimpse
Of her wide gay smile. ut will make
a difference, You wait and see."
1t did make a difference Hugh
recognized the change in the atmos-
phere. 1t pleased him to surprising
| degree. He wondered very often why
he cared whether they liked him or
not. He would be here only for
| year. This was merely an interlude
| 1t had nothing to do with his future
failure or success.
But he did care. Pride, he supposed,
and his admiration for Doctor Ballard
Then, too, there was jamie.
"I'm living up to you," he said one
evening when she told him that Fa-
Their was proud of the way he was
| getting on.
"Me?" Her eyes opened wide.
"You stick pretty close to that play
ground" His voice was teasing and
tender, too. st isn't picnic in
weather like this"
Sometimes / hate it," jamie con-
fessed. But I'd be ashamed to quit"
"That's what l like about you.
JAMIE" Hugh lazily swayed the ham,
mock. you're the most downright
and honest young person know"
Honestl jamie was stricken with
remorse. She thought of Celia's photo
graph waiting to be called for at the
| gift-shop uptown. Honest She blessed
the concealing shadows and made
stern resolve.
The next afternoon she left the play
ground early. When she reached home
she went directly into the living room.
Presently, Celia's photograph, the glass
restored and the silver shining, stood
on the shelf of the old-fashioned
square piano. Beneath 1t jamie ar
ranged lilies-of-the-valley in a low
crystal bowl. She was grasping the
nettle in her own whole-hearted
| fashion.
After supper, she led Hugh into the
living room. He was proyokingly slow
| about noticing the photograph. He
wandered aimlessly around the room
until jamie wanted to scream. At last,
in desperation, she seated herself on
the piano bench and struck few
wrong notes.
as this the tune" she asked, know
| ing very well that It wasn't, "of the
song you were playing last night?"
Lord mol Do you call that tuner
He was walking toward the piano.
jamie felt an impulse to dash Celia
| to the floor. She didn't, Of course. She
moved over on the bench to make
room for Hugh.
"Here you go.' His fingers were
picking out the gay little sparkling
Five feet tall
Rather small
That's my baby"
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