The midland journal. (Rising Sun, Md.) 1885-1947, 1940-06-28

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than fatigue or lack Of time which
had prevented his original plan of
converting the small room in which
the Doctor kept supplies into lab
oratory. In his leisure moments,
when he was not actively engaged
in keeping together the Doctors
practice, his mind was so filed with
thoughts Of Gay that there was no
room for anything else. It was like
" to be harmful and certainly
waste Of time. He must stop it.
He would call the hotel. Miss
Sprague was almost terrifyingly eff
ficient. She would be sure to ask
him if he had when she returned for
the evening Office hours. He took
his feet from the desk, sat for
ward, reached for the telephone.
Todd Janeway was in Palm
Beach. Gay had spoken Of it in q
recent letter. He was attractive.
There was a strong bond between
Gay and him. He remembered how
she had looked the night they had
coasted on the Janeway estate, when
she had returned to him after climb
ing the slope with Todd, rested, re-
Taxed, eager to be with him again.
She had broken away from Todd
and come swiftly to him, smiling
through the freight.
How strong was that bond? Had
his trip to New York convinced her
that she had made mistake? He
wouldn't think of it. His hand
reached for the telephone again,
halted, knotted into a fist
A rap sounded at the door. He
ignored it. At a second rap, he
wrenched his thoughts from an
imaginary scene on moon-lit beach
in Florida and made somewhat
irritable reply.
The door opened. Mary Adams,
DR.. Sargeant's daughter, stood hes
itantly on the threshold.
''I'm sorry" she said.
That's all right, Mary" Johns
face cleared.
''Are you in good humor?"
Fairly so. Why?"
II have an apology to make for
my younger son." Contact with the
tropical sunshine had given Mary
Adams skin a permanent tan. She
was slight and worn, at thirty, from
having dutifully, and gladly, fol-
lowed the fleet, from having had two
babies, leach in a different Ian
guage" as she expressed it, from
the struggle to keep up the neces-
sary front on naval ieutenant's
pay. But her dark eyes in the sharp
pixie-like BROWNIES of her face
were animated and cheerful and the
stories she told of her vagrant ex-
istence were q source of amuse-
ment to John.
''What has Skippy been up TOT"
he asked.
Look, john" She held out a
crumpled sheet of yellow paper.
'sThis telegram came for you yes
terday afternoon. ! left it on the
table in the hall and supposed you'd
gotten it when you came in. But
Skippy must have. You know how
he's always looking for letters from
Nat. / found it in the pocket of the
sweater he had on yesterday. ]
think he's eaten most Of it. There
isn't much left"
John took the paper from her hand.
The only typewriter words which
remained legible were MOON
TOMORROW-GAY" He looked up
from the paper to Mary Adams.
"Abbie took a telephone message
just after noon when Miss Sprague
was out for lunch. It was from
the Congress Square"
.Do you suppose that was Gay?"
he asked in a dazed voice.
"Abbie said it was a lady. She
never gets names straight, you
know. When I found the telegram
I was pretty sure
s'Then she's been here all after
noon." John ran his fingers through
his hair effecting crisp disorder.
why didn't you call the hotel?"
81 considered it, but ! thought she
might wonder why read your tele-
grams"
what will she think of me?'
John asked still in dazed and be-
wildered voice.
Mary's face twinkled with sympa-
thetic excitement. tive spanked
Slippy if that makes you feel bet
ter" she said. you'll bring her
here, won't your"
MAY II"
''For dinner, if you like. We can
open the emergency bottle of olives.
Or maybe you'd rather"
"After dinner" he said. "Will
you take care of her during office
hours? Is it imposing?"
''Imposingl I'm historical with
excitement"
Johns diffident smile widened
into an irrepressible grin. MARY"
he asked, did you ever feel as
though somebody had socked you in
the pit of your stomach and mill
lion stars were bursting inside of
your head?"
He reached for the telephone.
Mary moved toward the doorway,
smiling.