The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1934-02-09

ITS Fathers young doctor. He
came this afternoon. You're darling,
Thomas, and also a precious lamb!"
Young Doctor Kennedy, watching
behind the window hanging. was sur
prised to see her set the basket on
the grass and throw both arms around
the burly old Scotchman's neck.
The rear window interfered rather
seriously with the young doctors I'M
packing. He found himself drawn
there frequently, attracted by voices in
the garden. Already he had identi-
fed certain members Of the family.
The fat colored woman was Rachel, Of
course. The charcoal giant, turning
an ice cream freezer in the shade of
the catalpa tree was Stoney-Stone-
wall Jackson, perhaps. Stoney looked
like pugilist. His face was battered
and criss-crossed with scars. The
muscles bulged under his cotton shirt;
his chest and shoulders were enor-
nous. But for all his apparent
strength, Hugh observed that the
freezer whirred more briskly whenever
Rachel bulked into sight. Rachel, he
had decided, was the officer in COM
mand.
Mother was the pretty, plump lit
tie woman in the Powered Dress She
must, he thought, be very much
younger than Doctor Ballard. Her
manner seemed a bit flurried. He
hoped that his unexpected arrival was
not upsetting things. A call Of "Moth-
er" had sent her hurrying back into
the house. That was JAMES voice,
Mother! Tom McAllister has sent
Celia lilies-of-the-valleyl Isn't that
the luckiest thing!"
Celial Young Doctor Kennedy won
dered about her as he turned into
chaos the order among his luggage
achieved that morning by his brother
in-law's valet. Celia and lilies-of-the-
valley. Who was Celia? A sister, per-
haps. Celia and lilies-of-the-valley
They went together, somehow. Both
were Cool and fragrant. Voices in the
garden. Perhaps Celia was there. He
returned to the window half expecting
to see a cool and lovely maiden with
lilies-of -the-valley punched In her slen-
der white hands.
He was disappointed. jamie was
talking to stout middle-aged woman
with grayish hair strained back from
round red face and a billowy bosom
encased in snuff-colored Bingham.
"Angel cake!" Gay little laughing
notes sprinkling themselves through
the air. "Oh, thank you, Mrs. Quill
len!"
ITS a pleasure, darlin'," A bluff
hearty voice well favored with
brogue.
at looks almost too good to eat"
go on wild your blarneyl Mary
seen taxi stop an a somebody git
out wild luggage. It's the Divvil him.
self as send comp'ny when there isn't
scrap Of cake in the house."
"Thank you hundred times What
perfectly beautiful PLATED"
"Ain't 1t now?" A degree Of COM
placency in the bluff hearty voice.
''Mary got it wild tradin' stamps. The
best amt none too good for a saint
on earth like your father. There amt
| no hurry. You can keep 1t as long
as you want"
The snuff-colored bosom became
snuff-colored back moving ponderously
under the arbor and out at the alley
way gate.
''Mother!" Another excited squeal.
"Mrs. CULLEN just brought us an angel
cake"
$50 l see." Mothers" voice with a.
bit of an edge. II wish they wouldn't
keep running in here"
"Mother!" The gay little laughing
notes drowned in food Of reproach.
"She only meant to be kind"
''Of course, dear" A soothing tone
suggesting patience with the >whims
of a difficult child. but you needn't
be quite SO intimate"
The lady of the manor! Mother, ap-
parently, drew lines. 1t was a good
thing, Hugh thought with chuckle of
amusement, that she hadn't seen jamie
embracing the burly old Scotchman.
He moved around the room. hanging
things in the wardrobe, Nopening bu-
reau drawers Gradually the chaos
was restored to order again. At the
bottom of q calf-skin case lay his
evening clothes. He lifted them out
with a rueful sort of expression.
Wouldn't need them here, he supposed.
A wisp of pink chiffon fiuffed out of
one of the pockets. Madge Copeland's
handkerchief! He permitted himself a
moment or two of regret. Not for
Madge, exactly, but for the easy, gay
life he had left behind. He wouldn't
be swimming this summer with Louise
and Rod and the Temple girls Madge
wouldn't be tucking her handkerchief
into his pocket between dances at the
club. Oh well 81.
A shrek in the garden. Young
Doctor Kennedy returned again to the
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