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'but in the. dining room he saw a
woman stretched out upon a lounge,
apparently insensible. Doubtless Mrs.
Quinn was away, perhaps at the drug
store, perhaps too overcome to return
to her maid's assistance. Young Dr.
Claud had been taught that prompt
ness was the first thing to remember
in such an emergency. He opened his
bag, uncorked the liquid, and, forcing
the girl's mouth open, tried to pour
the noxious draught down her throat.
She sat up spluttering. An instant
later young Dr. Claud's bottle of dis
solved' mustard was flying across the
room, drenching him en route, and
he found himself looking into the
scarlet face of a very indignant
"What what " she began to
stammer, and then suddenly a smile
broke through and tears of laughter
came into her eyes..
"0 my dear doctor," she exclaimed,
"what a dreadful mistake. You are
looking for Mrs. Quinn's maid. She
lives across the road. You came to
the wrong house. You'd better hurry.
Never mind the excuses now."
"But the mustard is all gone,"
stammered young Dr. Claud. .
"Then I'll mix some more," volun
teered the young woman. "Come into
But as he arose young Dr. Claud
saw the family buggy draw up across
the street and his father descend, to
gether with a very agitated, middle
aged woman. The young lady saw it
"That's Mrs. Quinn," she said. "I
guess she found your father and ha3
brought him there."
"Then I'd better go," stammered
young Dr. Claud. He took his hat.
"You are Miss Denton, aren't you?"
"Yes, of course I am. Do you mean
to say you didn't remember me?"
she asked. "I'll wager you have never
thought of me since you went to Bal
timore." "indeed I have," replied young Dr.
Clnud warmly. His hand went into
his pocket-and.hfi pulled "ut a broken
coin. "Do you remember" this?" he
asked. "You said you were, going to
keep the other half untilr-''
Miss Mary Denton's hand had gone
up involuntarily to her throat. She
tried to stop the action, but it was
-too late. There, hanging upon a
chain ,young Dr. Claud saw the other
half of the coin. And for the second
time within five minutes Miss Den
ton's cheeks turned scarlet.
"Now you go," she said, pushing
him toward the door. "I don't think
our meeting has been a very happy
one, Dr. Dr. Claud."
But although he found himself al
most violently excluded from the
house young Dr. Claud was singular
ly happy so much so that his father
commented upon his appearance
when he came put of the house.
"You certainly don't looft like a
man who has just been beaten In the
race for his first patient," he- said.
"It's, lucky I was on the spot, Claud.
Just saved her, in time. Mrs. Quinn
told me she telephoned you half an
hour ago." '
"I I went to the wrong house,"
faltered young Dr. Claud.
"Humph I" growled his father.
"You seemed'to be coming from the
direction of Miss Denton."
"It was she telephoned for Mrs.
Quinn," explained his son. "I didn't
get the location correctly."
Old Dr. Claud was about to twit his
son a little longer, but when he look
ed at him again something made him
check himself abruptly. Miss Mary
was a favorite of his, and he had
hoped that after Claud settled down
in Lovell well, it was one of those
dreams in which old men indulge in
their idle moments. And as the weeks
rolled by he was encouraged to go on
And when young Dr. Claud, with
Mary on his arm, came into old Dr.
Claud's office and, stammering, said
that he had something very import
ant to communicate, old Dr. Claud
found that he could only press his