The Skyland post. [volume] (West Jefferson, N.C.) 193?-1988, 1946-10-24
"Mr. Prentice, how much would
vou say Oakhart was WORTH"


sand dollars, including the land.
Bit by the terms of Mr.. Harti-
gan's will it can't be put up for
sale for ten years."
Il realize that, but / was Won
dering if it would be considered
a. good risk from the viewpoint
of bank?" :. :
His thin, bloodless lips tighten
ed into an even thinner line :.
"Are you in debt, Mrs. Ey-
nom" - .>.;
His eyes seemed to say, I knew
Hartigan was making a mistake
when he left his place to this in
competent young woman. It's
easy to see she hasn't brain in
her head.
''Not yet" Janet said slowly.
mot YETI" Just what do you
mean by that?"
''My husband has a dream, Mr..
Prentice-I'd like to make that
dream come true if it's possible.
He stared at her as though she
had suddenly announced that the
world was coming to an end on
certain date, then motioned her
to a chair.
AS she talked, j. D. Prentice
seemed to relax. Some of the
lines in his thin face softened and
his eyes were less severe. Janet
realized suddenly that she was
talking to a man who was under
a great strain of some sort.
Il can't alter the WILL" he said
now, "even though it's possible
Sean Hartigan might have ap-
proved your plan. There's no
way you can borrow on the tax
money either, I'm afraid
Il won't put a mortgage on
Oakhart," she said firmly. THAT
seems to strike at the very core
of the estate itself. I'm sure Mr..
Hartigan wouldn't like that"
He looked mildly pleased at
that remark. Suppose I drive
out today and see Oakhart - I
may be able to suggest some
thing"
The white, Observation-Disclosures
facade of Cosmopolitan Hospital
doomed before Janet. She felt a
strange nostalgia lump swell in
her throat. 1t was absurd, she
told herself, to become sentiment
tai about this gr\.at edifice that
was running efficiently as a we'll
oiled machine, yet it was here
that she had come to know Rich
ard and here that Cliff Bronson
had more Or less gone out of her
life.
She moved down the corridor
to his office and knocked on the
inner door. His Come i'm was
bored.
Janet"
I'm perSon-not a ghost"
Give been SO used to having
school children troop in here all
morning that 1 thought you were
another. I almost said, Say Ah'."
IF it'll make you feel more
professional I'll go through the
motions"
Haven't you been doing any
operations, Cliff"
"Only few since you left. They
handed me a large slice of your
husbands practice. Janet you
don't know how l hate him tol
leaving here, aside from the fact
that he took you with him.
"Your chance will come, Cliff"
ct had better come soon. l
found a gray hair today-it was
a terrific shock, I can tell you"
He, laughed at himself, then in
stantly sobered. How are things
with you, Janet?"
about the same. There was
an evening when I thought some
thing might happen to change
them, but Naomi appeared with
a carload of internes, and that
ended it." y
"She's an attractive infant" re-
marked Cliff, "but I'm afraid she
rather fancies herself as femme
fatale."
I'm a way, Naomi is my rea-
son for coming in to see you"
"Oh, OH" His eyes twinkled.
do you need a reason, Janet?"
'I'm afraid so, now. Anyway,
She is the reason this time"
"Do / smell d plot?p
mot much of one. She's in
vited herself to spend Sunday
with us. DR.. and Mrs. Farquahar