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DOC ROGERS DIAGNOSIS
By Clarence Pugh.
"There goes Hoc Rogers up to the
Wheeler place," remarked one gossip
of Tarboro to another.
"I guess the Doc will be glad to
have his bill paid," remarked the
"Why, How How Dare You!"
other, "That Miss Lucy's always
ailing, ain't she?"
Dr. Frank Rogers, the young med
ico of Tarboro, was in no very pleas
ant state of mind as he dismounted
from his vehicle in front of the ornate,
luxurious, but rather untastef ul man
sion on tthe hill. The Wheelers were
a wealthy New York family who
made Tarboro their summer resi
dence. They were the summer des
pots of the little town, in which old
Cyrus Wheeler had large interests.
And the doctor knew that there was
nothing the matter with Miss Lucy.
He was shown into the living room,
where a pretty, dark-haired girl lay
on the lounge. Though she was such
as to cause any ordinary observer to
look twice at her, the mouth drooped
petulantly, and there was a dissitis
fied look on the features.
Her mother, a. society woman of
the common type, welcomed the doc
tor with cold cordiality.
"I can't imagine what is the matter
with Lucy," she said. "She has been
under the care of the best specialists
for years. Can't you tell me frankly,
"Yes, madam," answered Dr. Rog
ers sharply and his tone was not
the less sharp in that he had felt
himself unusually interested in the
girl, "she needs to occupy her mind
"What do you mean?" questioned
the elder woman, sharply.
"She is an imaginary invalid, Mrs.
Wheeler," replied the young man
boldly. "I should be, false to my duty
if I did not tell you so. There is
nothing at all the matter with her
except boredom and distaste for men
tal and physical occupation."
"Why, how how dare you!"
stammered the girl, sitting bolt up
right on the lounge.
"I seem to have dared successfully,
for already you are looking better,
Miss Wheeler," answered Doctor
Rogers. "You need stimulus. Plenty
of exercise, less eating, and some
thing to occupy yourself with be
sides novels such as that one you
have just been reading."
And he pointed to a. lurid society
novel upon the lounge.
"The man's a perfect boor!" de
clared the girl, furiously.
"I am a physician, and I treat the
sick, not the well," replied the young,
"Well, I guess you won't have
many more people to treat, sick or
well," answered Mrs. Wheeler, signi
ficantlv. "My husband has a few
i friends in Tarboro, and he will see to