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had nothing to his name but a folding
automobile road map or whatever it
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friends—and—well, she’s suing me for <
breach of promise. Now for heaven’s
sake, Minnie, don’t make a fuss—” i
But my knees wouldn’t hold me. I
dropped down in a snow-drift and cov- i
ered my face.
It was-all well enough for me to say
—as I had to to Tillie many a time—
that it was ridiculous to make a fuss
over a person for what, after all, was
an accident of birth. Nevertheless, at
five o’clock, after every one had gone,
when I saw Miss Patty, muffled in
furs, tripping out through the snow,
with a tall thin man beside her, walk-
ing very straight and taking one step
to her four, I felt as though somebody
had hit me at the end of my breast-1
bone.
They came in together, laughing
and talking, and, to be honest, if I
hadn’t caught the back of a chair, I’d
men we a gatnered up7 the broken
china, Mr. Dick had • got' himself in
hand.
“I’m sorry, old man!,” heisaid to Mr.
Pierce, “but I’m not in favor of bring-
ing Miss—the person you speak of—
up to the sanatoriumjust now. Mumps,
you know—very contagious, and all
that.”
“She’s over that part,” Mr. Pierce
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anyhow, I’d need a lantern, and that
would be reckless, wouldn’t it?”
“In slippers!” Mr. Pierce interrupt-:
ed. “It’s only five degrees above zerot
Of all the foolhardy—!”
Miss Patty did not seem to hear
him. She gave the letter to me and
followed me out on the step.
“You’re a saint, Minnie,” she said,,
leaning over and squeezing my arm,
“and because you’re going back and.
forth in the cold so much, I want you
to have this—to keep.”
She stopped and picked up from the
snow beside the steps something soft
and furry and threw it around my
neck, and the next instant I knew she
was giving me her chinchilla set, muff,
and all. I was so pleased I cried, and
all the way over to the shelter-house
I sniveled and danced with joy at the
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Thoburn talking to Mike more than
once lately, and he’d been going around
with an air of assurance that didn’t
make me any too cheerful.
At four o’clock Mr. Sam, came in,
and he had Mr. Thoburn tight by the
sanatorium and running it to the devil
as fast as it could go. Then I had a
prince incognito, and Thoburn stirring
up mischief, and the servants threat-
ening to strike, and no house doctor—
Just as I got to that somebody ”
opened the door behind me and looked.
there. I saw him this' morning.
I finished. “He’s a prince, Miss Wa-
I dragged myself back to the spring-
house and dropped in front of the fire.
What with worry and no sleep and
now this new complication I was dead
as yesterday’s newspaper. I sat there
on the floor with my hands around my
knees, thinking what to do next.
When I opened my eyes Mr. Pierce
was sitting on the other side of the
chimney and etaring at the fire. He
had a pipe between his teeth, but he
wasn’t smoking, and he had something
of the same look about his mouth he’d
tid the first day I saw him.
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“No tips!” he said sulkily. “Only a
few taking baths—only one daily, and
that’s that man Jennings. There’s no
use talking, Miss Minnie, I’ve got'to
have a double percentage on that man
or you’ll have to muzzle him. He—
he’s dangerous.” /
“If I give you the double percent-
age, will you stay?”
“I don’t know but that I’d rather
have the muzzle, Miss Minnie,” he
I went on into the pantry to take off was pale by comparison. He was
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him Doc, and I’ve a hazy idea that
he’s a graduate M. D.—name’s Barnes.”
“Great!” cried Van Alstyne. “Let’s
have Barnes. You get him, will you.
Pierce ?”
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different. You call them anything yoe
like and lend them money.”
“I dare say you 'can with Oskar,
too.” Mrs. Dicky put the note down
and sighed. “Well, he’s coming. Pat Mr. Pierce promised and they start-
says dad won’t. go back to town until ed out together. At the door Mr. Sam
he’s had 21 baths, and he’s only had turned.
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That minute T made up my mind not
to tell him all the facts. He might
think the situation was too much for
him and leave, or he might decide he
ought to tell Miss Summers where
Dick was. There was no love lost be-
tween him and Mr. Carter.
“I’m just tired and cranky,” I said,
so— is Miss Summers settled yet?”
He nodded, as if he wasn’t think-
ing of Miss Summers.
“What did you tell her?”
“Haven’t seen her,” he said. “Sent
her a note that I was understudying
a man named Carter and to mind to
pick up her cues.”
“It’s a common enough name,” I
said, but he had lighted his pipe again
and had dropped forward, one elbow
on his knee, his hand holding the bo wl
of his pipe, and staring into the fire.
He looked up when I closed and
locked the pantry door.
“I’ve just been thinking,” he re-
marked, “here we are—a group of
people—all struggling like mad for one
thing, but with different motives. Mine
are plain enough and mercenary
enough, although a certain red-haired
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rather short and heavy-set, and he had
a pleasant face, although not hand-
some, his nose being slightly bent to
the left. But at first all I could see
was his hair.
“Good evening,” he said, edging him-
self in. “Are you Miss Waters?”
“Yes,” I said, rising and getting a
glass ready.
He took off his hat and came over
to the spring where I was filling his
glass.
“If that’s for me, you needn’t both-
er,” he said. “If it tastes as it smells,
I’m not thirsty. My name’s Barnes,
and I was to wait here for Mr. Van Al-
styne.”
“Barnes!” I repeated. “Then you’re
the doctor.”
He grinned, and stood turning his
hat around in his hands.
“Not exactly,” he said. “I graduated
in medicine a good many years ago,
but after a year of it I took to other
things.”
“Oh, yes,” I said. “You’re an actor
now.”
He looked thoughtful.
“Some people think I’m not,” he an-
swered, "but I’m on the stage.”
I put a fresh log on the fire, and as
it blazed up I saw him looking at me.
“Ye gods and little fishes!” he said.
"Another redhead! Why, we’re as
alike as two carrots off the same
bunch!”
In five minutes I knew how old he
was, and where he was raised, and
that what he wanted more than any-
thing on earth was a little farmhouse
with chickens and a cow.
Then he wanted to know what he
was to do at the sanatorium and I told
him as well as I could. I didn’t tell
him everything, but I explained why
Mr. Pierce was calling himself Carter,
and about the two in the shelter-house.
I had to. He knew as well as I did
Mr. Van Alstyne Opened the Door.
salmon and corn and tomatoes he
walked baok with me to the edge of
the deer park, Mr. Sam having gone
ahead.
“Now,” I said, when we were out of
ear-shot, “spit it out. I’ve been expect-
ing it.”
"Listen, Minnie,” he answered.
“Something’s got to be done, and done
soon. If you want the plain truth,
girl with a fine loyalty to an old doc-
tor and a sanatorium is carrying me
along with her enthusiasm. And Van
Alstyne’s motives are clear enough—
and selfish. Carter is merely trying to
save his own skin—but a girl like Miss
Pat—Miss Jennings.”
“There’s nothing uncertain about
what she wants, or wrong either,” I
retorted. “She’s right enough. The
family can’t stand a scandal just now
with her wedding so close.” ,
He smiled and got up, emptying his;
pipe.
“Nevertheless, oh, Minnie of the
glowing hair and heart,” he said, “Miss
Jennings has disappointed me. You.
see, I believe in marrying for love.”
“Love!”- I was disgusted. “Don’t;
talk to me about love! Love is the
sort of thing that makes two silly
Idiots run away and get married and
live in a shelter-house, upsetting ev-
erybody’s plans, while their betters
have to worry themselves sick and
carry them victuals.”
He got up and began to walk up and
down the spring-house, scowling at
the floor.
Then picking up his old cap he
opened the door. Miss Patty herself
was coming up the path.
She was flushed from the cold air
and from hurrying, and I don’t know
that I ever saw her look prettier.
When she' came into the light we
could both see that she was dressed,
for dinner. Her fur coat was open at
the neck, and she had only a lace scarf
over her head.
“I’m so glad you’re still here, Min-
nie!” she exclaimed, breathing fast.
‘You haven’t taken the dinner out to
she shelter-house yet, have you?”
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my overshoes, and as I closed the door
he continued. “I didn’t mean to say
what I have. I . meant to explain
about the other night—I had a right
to do that. But you forced the issue.”
“I was compelled to tell you he was
coming,” she said angrily. “I felt I
should.”
“What would you have had me do?”
she asked.
“Take those two children to your
father. What if there was a row?
Why should there be such a lot made
of it, anyhow? They’re young, but
they’ll get older. It isn’t a crime for
two people to—er—love each other, is
it? And if you think a scandal or two
in your family—granting your father
would make a scandal—is going to put
another patch on the ragged reputa-
tion of the royal family of—”
“How dare you!!” she cried furious-
ly. “How dare you!”
I heard her cross the room and fling
the door open and a second later it
slammed. When I came out of the
“My dear old chap,” he was saying, ;
“it would be as much as’’ your life’s
worth. That ground is full of holes j
and just now covered with snow—!”
He caught my eye, and wiped his
forehead.
“Heaven help us!” he said, coming
over to the spring, “I found him ma-,
king for the shelter-house, armed with
a foot rule! Somebody’s got to take
him in hand—I tell you, the man’s a
menace!”
“What about the doctor?” I asked,
reaching up his glass.
"Be here tonight,” hesanswred, "on
the—”
But at that minute a tboy brought a
telegram down and handed it to him.
The new doctor was laid up with in-
fluenza!
We sat there after the others had
gone, and Mr. Sam said he was for
giving up the fight, only to come out
now with the truth wouldlmmean such a
lot of explaining and a good many
people would likely, find. itfunny. Mr.
Pierce came in later and we gave him
the telegram to read. He glanced at
it and handed it back.
“Lot’s of starving M. D.’s would
jump at the chance,” he-said, “but if
it’s as urgent as ail thils we can’t wait
to hunt. I’ll te you,. Van Alstyne,
there’s a chap down in the village—ha
was the character man, with the Sweet
eleven and she’s got to stay with him. "Oh, by the way, Minnie,” he called
And you needn’t worry about what to "tetter gild one of your chairs and put
call Oskar. He’s not to know we re a red cushion on it. The prince has
here.” . arrived.”
I was worried on my way back to Well, I thought it all out that after-
the springhouse—not that the prince noon as I washed the glasses, and it
would make much difference, as far as I was terrible. I had two people in the
could see things being about as bad as shelter-house to feed and look after
they could be. But some of the people like babies, with Tillie getting more
were talking of leaving, and since we curious every day about the basket
had to have a prince it seemed a pity she brought, and not to be held much
he wasn’t coming with all his retinue longer; and I had a man running the
Peas company—and he’s stranded
and titles. It would have been a good
ten thousand dollars’ worth of adver-
tising for the place, and goodness
knows we needed it.
When I got back to the springhouse
Miss Patty and Mr. Pierce were still
there. "Of course it isn’t my affair,”
same time. There’s nothing like chin-
chilla to tone down red hair.
Well, I took the note out to the
shelter-house, and rapped. Mr. Dick
let me in, and it struck me he wasn’t
as cheerful as usual. He reached out
and took the muff.
“Oh,” he said, “I thought that was
the supper.”
“It’s rooming,” I said, looking past
him for Mrs. Dicky.
She had seen the note and sat up
and held out her hand for it. “Dick!”
she said suddenly, “what do you
think? Oskar is here! Pat’s in the
•wildest excitement. He’s in town, and
Aunt Honoria has telephoned to know
what to do! Listen; he is incog, of
course, and registered as Oskar von
Inwald. He did an awfully clever
thing—came in through Canada while
the papers thought he was in St. Mo-
ritz.”
“For .heaven’s sake,” replied Mr.
Dick, “tell her not to ask him here. I
shouldn’t know how to talk to him Oh.
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pantry Mr. Pierce was sitting in his
old position, elbow on knee, holding
his pipe and staring at the bowl.
I had my hands full the next day.
We’d had another snowstorm during
the night and the trains were blocked
again. About ten o’clock we got a
telegram from the new doctor we’d
been expecting, that he’d fallen on the
ice on his way to the train and broken
his arm, and at eleven a delegation
from the guests waited on Mr. Pierce
and told him they’d have to have a
house physician at once.
“We’re doing the best we can,” Mr.
Pierce explained. “We—we expect a
doctor today.”
"When?” from Mr. Jennings, who
had come on a cane and was watching
Mr. Pierce like a hawk.
“This afternoon, probably. As there
is no one here very ill—”
, But at that they almost fell on him
and tore him to pieces. I had to step
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in front of him myself and say we’d
have somebody there by two o’clock if
we had to rob a hospital to get him.
Well, as if I didn’t have my hands
full with getting meals to the shelter- ters. If you'd seen him sending those
house, and trying to find a house doc- girls back to town—well, I’ll do all I
tor, and wondering how long it would can to Ralp him.”
be before “Julia” came face to face Mr. and Mrs Van Alstyne came in
with Dick Carter somewhere or other, just then, and Mr. Sam told him what
and trying to keep one eye on Thoburn he was expected to do. It wasn’t much,
while I kept Mr. Pierce straight with "Remember,” Mr. Sam instructed
the other—that day, during luncheon, him, as Doctor Barnes started out,
Mike the bath man came out to the "when you don’t know what to pre-
springhouse and made a howl about scribe, order a Turkish bath. The
his wages. He’d been looking surly, baths are to a sanatorium what the
for two days. ; bar is to a club—they pay the bills.”
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“Not yet,” I replied. “Tillie hasn’t,
brought the basket”
But I guess her sister and Mr. Dick,
could have starved to death just then,
without her noticing. She was all ex-
citement, for all she’s mostly so cool.
“I have a note here from my sis-
ter,” she said, getting it out of her
pocket. “I know we all impose on
you, Minnie, but—will you take it for
me? I’d go, but I’m in slippers, and.
“Certainly, if she isn’t well, bring
her up,” said Miss Patty. "Only—
won’t she know your name isnot Car-
ter?”
“She’s discretion itself,” Mr. Pierce
said. “Her salary hasn’t been paid
for a month, and as I’m responsible,
I’d be glad to see her looked after.”
"I don’t want her here. I’D—I’ll pay
her board at the hotel," Mr. Dick be-
gan, "only for heaven’s sake, don't—"
He stopped, for every one was star-
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“Why in the world would you do
that?” Miss Patty asked. "Don't be
ridiculous. That's the only condition
Mr. Pierce has made."
Mr. Dick stalked to the window and
looked out, his hands in his pockets.
“Oh, bring her up! Bring her up!”
he said without looking around. "If
Pierce won’t stay unless he can play
the friend in need, all right.”
That was Wednesday. In the after-
noon Miss Julia Summers came with
three lap robes, a white lace veil ahd
a French poodle in a sleigh and went
to bed in one of the best rooms, and
that flight we started to move out fur-
niture to the shelter-house. Toward
daylight Mr. Sam dropped a wash-bowl
on my toe and I went to bed with an
arnica compress.
I limped out in time to be on hand
befere Miss Cobb got there, but what
with a chilblain on my heel and hardly
any sleepfer two nights—not to men-
tion my toe—I wasn’t any too pleas-
ant.
She told me about Miss Summers
being still shut in her room, and how
she’d offered Mike an extra dollar to
give the white poodle a Turkish bath
—it being under the weather as to
health—and how Mike had soaked. the
little beast for an hour in a tub of
water, forgettiug the sulphur, and it
had come out a sort of mustard oolor,
and how Miss Summers had had hys-
terics when she saw it.
“-Mike dipped him in bluing to
bleach him again, or rather ’her’
—it’s name is Arabello— Miss
Cobb said, "but all it did was to make
it mottled like an Easter egg. Every-
bod? is charmed. There were no dogs
allowed while the old doctor lived.
Things wel a different.”
"Yes, things were different,” I as-
sented. “How—how does Mr. Carter
get along?”
Miss Cobb sniffed.
"Well," she said, “goodness knows
I’m no trouble maker, but somebody
ought to tell that young man a few
things. He’s forever looking at the
thermometer and opening windows. I
declare, if I hadn’t brought my wool-
en tights along I’d have frozen to
death at breakfast. Everybody’s com-
plaining.”
I put that away in my mind to speak
about. It was only by nailing the win-
dows shut and putting strips of cotton
batting around the cracks that we’d
ever been able to keep people there
in winter. I had my first misgiving
then. Heaven knows I didn’t realize
what it was going to be.
There was something on Mr. Dick’s
mind. I hadn’t known himh for four-
teen years for nothing. And the night
Mr. Sam and I carried out the canned
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