The Wyandotte herald. (Wyandotte, Mich.) 1879-1943, 1941-10-31
The Doctors
Prescription
By EDGAR L. MONFORT
Mcclure Syndic ate-WNU Service
Mcclure Syndicate-WNUS Service

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she held between her fingers She
leaned closer to the mirror and
worked with the care and concen-
tration of an artist painting pic
ture. This task at last finished to
her satisfaction, she darkened her
penciled eyebrows, then = turned
quickly from the mirror anc. slipped
on diaphonous, pink dress of tulle
and georgette.
Gladys, you're beautifl. =" ex-
claimed Dorothy generously Good
ness, what I'd give
She stopped abruptly for ysaat was
the use Of going on? II was sort of a
mental stone wall against which she
lad thrown herself since earliest
childhood Certainly she could not
make herself beautiful by wishing
ror it. She could not make fnen like
Ter and rush her by Wishir it; so
what was the use Of wishing? But
il did seem hard enough n to be
popular without having a { izzling.
neWltchlng Vamp fer a sister When
Gladys was in the room nobody
ever saw anybody else-eVe male
thing within reach sWarme, around
her like bees around a fic ,er. To
be sure Gladys never kept her ad-
mlrerS long. but then there was al.
ways a fresh crop with equally fine
cars and open pOcketbooks coming
along A man was proud to be seen
on the street with her There was
something about the very way she
wore her clothes that made people
turn and look.
BY, darling, don't know when
I'll be home. We're gong to Ar
wood TO the Road house dance"
AS she left the room there. waited
behind her TIE fragrance Ola thou
sand flowers, exotic, intoXic ating.
Of course Dorothy was no going.
She only had dozen invit, lions a
year to 60 to places with T en- and
these she treasured like golden
memories TO be lived Owe after
ward, bit by bit. in the lon V eve
nings she stayed at hom while
Gladys was out dancing ant flirting
the hours away.
Her head ached as she stopped TO
pick up the undertakings her sister
had left lying in a heap on the floor
Her head had been aching for days
but now it seemed suddenly worse
Why won't you 60 to DR.. Win
tnrop regularly as he told you and
have your eyes treated?' protested
Mrs. Keener impatiently, when Dor
othy told her about it at breakfast
the next morning.
Why wouldn't she 60 to Dr.. Win
throp regularly? Another thorn in
her side and one that she could not
explain even to her loving sympa-
thetc mother. How could she tell
her that she was wild about the
good-looking middle-aged physician
who was always SO kind and SYM
pathetic She would not so humili-
ate herself-especially when he had
never so much as called on her. He
had called on the family frequently
but then he had known thrm for
years and il was not his fal It that
her empty little heart had G ne out
10 him in its loneliness. she
merely said TO her mother:
IN 60 right down there soon
as I've finished eating Gladys won I
need the car until later. She won't
get up until nearly lunch time, /
expect"
What if she does need the carr"
demanded Mrs. Keener.
Dorothy shrugged, brushed a
crumb off her smart green flannel
dress and rose from the table.
Its the old headache, Dr.. Win
throp," Dorothy said half an hour
later, trying to smile.
Yes, your mother called me UP
just now" he said.
She glanced quickly at the clear
cut features, the fine gray eyes that
so strongly suggested gentleness
and kindness and a little thrill
passed over her.
DO you think it's symptom OF
some serious condition? she asked
little breathlessly
"N-no, l believe it's psychic and
l could cure il if you'd let me. -
He flushed and toyed with the paper
weight on his desk as ne sp, Se.
"Oh how" she asked Quickly
I'D do anything you said.
is that promise? A solemn
promise?" He shot back at her.
She nodded, her cheeks flushed
her lips parted She was almost
pretty as she sat there. DR.. Win.
throp leaned over and took her hand
Dorothy, this IS going TO sound
strange TO you, but you mus real
ize that it's natural You've evel
oped an inferiorlty complex b. ,ause
YOU have a little, rattle-brained but
terfy of a sister who IS more popu-
lar than, you are But remember
there are lots Of older men who could
appreciate you and wouldn't give &
snap of their finger for Gladys. I'm
one of these-so. as your physician
| preScrlbe-re.
He rose and drew her 10 him.
For a moment Dorothy was toe
amazed to realize what was happen.
ing then JOY seemed to sweep over
her in waves.