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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, July 07, 1916, LAST EDITION, Image 19

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recognized the sterling intellectual
worth of this old head on young
shoulders.
"I thank you very much," she said
as they reached a farm surrounding
an old, but well-patched up cottage,
nestling among all kinds of flowering
vines. A radiant garden encircled it.
Then behind was a full ten acres,
planted in exquisite order with sweet
peas and carnations.
"Why, you've got a regular para
dise here!" spoke the professor in
profound admiration and surprise.
"Yes," nodded his bright little
companion smilingly. "You see,
father died, mother is an invalid,
there are four little ones, but they
can help when they are well and
every morning I carry flowers to the
trolley express and ship them in to a
city florist"
"How delightful!" enthused Drew
and the whiff of perfume and the in
spiration of brilliant colors cleared
the cobwebs or ponderous science
from his brain magically.
"You see, you musn't come any
nearer the house," advised Myra Lit
tle. "That sign the ted one near
the door."
"Why, yes," said Drew, scanning a
piece of flaming red cardboard
"measles, isn't it?"
"Four cases," replied Myra. "The
children have come down with it one
after the other for a week. It has
been bad for our little flower busi
ness, for I have to pay a man to
pome after the cut flowers and- take
them to the station. Then I go after
the baskets."
"Measles, eh?" repeated Drew in
his vague ruminative way. "How
fortunate."
Myra stared at him in wonder.
"I mean for myself," Drew hasten
ed to explain. "As a general stu
dent I have become quite a physician.
I shall be glad to go in and look over
the little ones. I may be able to sug
gest or prescribe in a way that will
alleviate their discomfort You
know doctors are practically im-l
mune," he laughed, and, heedless of
the faint protests of his companion,
he entered the house with her.
The little ones regarded him with
awe and their mother with gratitude,
as Drew looked them over and advis
ed some sensible and efficacious
home treatment. He lingered for
an hour. The presence of the sweet
faced girl, the break in the solitary
monotony of his life charmed him.
"I say, it won't do!" challenged a
decided voice, as he came into the
outer air again to confront the local
health officer. "I'm afraid it's a
quarantine, professor," added the
man. "You see, it wouldn't do for
you to carry back germs among all
those young students. You'll have
to isolate yourself."
There was no gainsaying the edict
of the officer. Drew looked more
quizzical than dismayed. Then he
saw the logic of the argument.
"We would try to make you com
fortable here," spoke Myra, and an
arrangement was consummated.
The poofessor was to become a
boarder in the infected house for the
critical ten-day period.
It was a glorious experience, a
wonderful variation. He needed it
and he improved and enjoyed it All
day long he helped Myra among the
flower beds. When one day he re
ceived a letter from the college folk
announcing that they had decided .to
do without a new tutor, he simply
shrugged his shoulders.
"I declare," he observed to Mrs.
Little, "I could spend my life among
the flowers! If you had a little more
ground and owned the place there
would be more than a living in the
work. Thi& is life. I've missed it
delving into old dusty tomes. I have
some money put by. Suppose I in
vest it here and and why not go
into partnership with you good peo
ple?" Myra took all this for a passing
fancy, but she found herself mis
taken. They had become famous
friends, he, the courteous, warm-
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