THE DOCTOR'S PATIENT
By H. M. Egbert
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
When Aunty Sally, the black serv
ant, admitted a tinyboyjnto Dr. Car
ter's office, the old physician at first
saw nobody. Then, looking down he
saw the dark hair and sunny eyes ol
his own wayward boy, Harold, as he
had been at six, and as he always
would be in his memory. For of Har
old Carter at twenty he never con
sented to think.
"Hello! What's your name, son
ny?" he asked.
"Harold, please grandfather!"
"What1" cried the doctor, jumping
out of his chair.
He had destined his son for his
own profession, but folly had suc
ceeded folly, and at last there had
been a scene at the end of which the
doctor had ordered his son from his
'presence, never to enter it again.
Harold had complied twelve years
Perhaps if his wife had been living
the old man's heart would have yield-
ed in the end. Indeed, it had softened
ind often and often he had deplored
the loss of his only child. But his
' professional cares absorbed all his
time and left him little for mourning.
He was the best loved doctor in a
southern city and the most sought
Now and again, at intervals of
years he had had news of Harold.
''He knew that, after roaming in the
''west, he had returned to dwell in an
' obscure part of the same town. He
' had heard that he had a position with
a manufacturing company and was
r atoning for the wildness of his early
f years. But the old man was too
' proud to seek him, and his son was
-a replica of the father.
Now he looked down with an emo-
tion which left him speechless at the
' little boy who claimed his name and
-approaching, slipped his hand con
fidingly into his.
"Well, who sent you here'" Doctor
"Nobody. I corned," answered the
little fellow, climbing upon the doc
tor's knee. "You see, I always want
ed a g'anfather," he continued, "and
mother said everybody knowed where
Dr. Carter lived, only she wouldn't
let me come till father was sick, and
then I I runned away. And please
come quick, because fathers, mighty
sick," he ended, with quaint earnest
ness. Dr. Carter looked down at the lit-
"I Tried to Keep My Promise,
tie boy, then he removed him from
"Come along, Harold," he said,
putting on his hat and going into the
garage, where his high.-power auto
mobile stood waiting in readiness by
night and day. Dr. Carter never
knew when he would be summoned.
"What is the matter with your fa
ther?" he inquired, as he drove the
machine through the suburban
1 streets. It was 5 in the afternoon
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