Copyright Macrae-Emith Co, SYNOPSIS of Doctor Square, youthful son of an old comes KS an He first ‘* To the quiet household Ballard, in Mulberry Dr. Hugh Kennedy, friend of the physician, assistant, to stay a year. meets Janie, unaffected and likable nineteen-year-old daughter of Doctor Ballard. Her older sister, Celia, a pet- ted beauty, is away from home on a visit. Hugh regards Janie, a unl- versal favorite, as a small girl, to be treated as a chum, Introduced to many of Janle's old friends, among them young Tom McAllister and Janie's Great-Uncle Charlie, Hugh is impressed by evidences of Doctor Bal- lard’s kindness of heart, and his popu- larity. CHAPTER III—Continued —— “Well,” she confessed, hate it, of course.” “Why do you like it tonight? Janie was quite unable to formulate an answer, She didn't know why. She knew only that she felt like golden bubbles inside, You couldn't explain why you were happy. That was like pulling off butterfly wings. You just felt it; a lump in your throat, a sing ing somewhere in your heart. “lI don't know.” She wished she could take out her emotions and dress them in pretty words, Celia could. Janie couldn't. People thought, be cause of that, didn't feel things at all. But Father knew, “I don't know,” “Of course you don't,” Jy. “It's & things.” Janie's face brightened swift lighted look of vlea lousiy, this seemed to understand. at him gratefully from under her shadowy lashes. He wasn't smiling his crinkly smile; his eyes were thoughtful and almost sad. Suddenly she wanted to know all about him; what kind of a little boy he where Le had lived and “Tell me abou “It would make a dull story.” was smiling again, “There aren't thrilling adventures.” “I don't care, Tell me anyway." She folded her hands in her lap. He paused to light a cigarette and began, "Once upon a time there was & red-headed little boy . . ." Janie, listening intently, traveled back with him to the brownstone house in New York. His mother, she learned, was dead. His sister and his brother were ten and twelve years older than he. “. . . Bo this little boy was pretty lonesome sometimes. He would go through a glass tunnel filled with plants—" “sometimes I she she repeated. he said gent. mixture of all sorts of with her sure. Miracu- young man red-haired She looked up had been, gone to school, t you,” she said. He any “A conservatory?” Janie was becom- ing more and more Impressed, “This little boy named Hugh ealled it a glass tunnel with green things growing up through the floor. At the end of the tunnel was a door and be- hind the door was his father's office, Sometimes, If there weren't any ladies in white kid gloves having their nerves repaired, his father would tell him about a place called Mulberry Square where everybody was friendly and had a lovely time” “That's strange, veled, ago. ” isn't it? “your knowing Janie mar- about us so long “The audience will terrupt.” *I won't again.” "Promise?" “Cross my heart.” “ ..Andthen . . Tragedy stalked into the story, His brother had been killed in an antomo- bile accident. He hurried over that part. His sister Louise had married She was Mrs. Roderick Payson Van Horn. Janie thought that was a very elegant name, *. + . So this little boy, only he was larger now and his volce croaked like & bullfrog's, went away to school. He wore & uniform and learned to ride a horse and shoot at things , , ” Janie pictured him in a uniform. She wished she had known him then. But Father sald he was twenty-six. Graclous! She'd have been only ten or eleven, He wouldn't have noticed ber then. . please not In- One day—" he pavsed and his eyes were sad. “Well, anyway, there wasn't anyone left in the brown. stone house with the tunnel , , . His father had died! Janle, sym pathizing, felt tears on her lashes, “ . . Bo Hugh went to college. When he was twenty-one, a man with a nutcracker face told him that some time he would have to go to Mulberry Square, But he didn’t mind. His father had told him everybody had a lovely time.” “It's changed so,” Janie mourned, “since your father used to come for visits with Father,” “The audience will probably get warts,” Hugh prophesied darkly, “She crossed her heart and broke a prom ise.” “Um sorry.” “hat doesn't curt warts |, Hugh’ he continued, “who was, by this time rather a handsome young man, finished coilege and weat to med. feal school, He worked pretty hard and played sometimes and fell in and out of love . , ." He spent vacations with his sister Janle learned. Newport, Bar Harbor Murray Bay. You read about places like that In the picture sections of the Sunday papers . . . Heavens! How could he be expected to live In Mulberry Square! “. + + Bo he went Into a hospital and wore a white uniform and grew a musteche and shaved It off because It turned out to be red. And then, one day, he came to Mulberry Square That same evening, he sat on a bench and told a story to a little girl named Janie with hazel eyes and a pointed chin and a perfectly gorgeous smile And that,” he finished, “is all.” “But why?" Janle asked when had thanked him for the story, your father want you to come?” "I rather suspect,” he answered, “that the ‘Lorelel’ Is to blame” “What does she look like?” asked. “She's white all over with graceful lines and trimmings of solid brass.” What a strange description! Janie looked up to see if he was teasing His faee, she observed, was grave but twinkles frisked in his eyes. “And" wildered striped “ she “did she he added, amused at her be expression, "she wears a sunbonnet over her after deck. “Oh!” Janie at once was immensely relieved, "It's a boat!" “The Lorelel” he insisted. “She lures young do from their stethoscopes and makes th useless.” Janie understood, “You worthless clors away em idle and won't have a chance to be here,” she gravely him, “We row when we go on river, There Isn't a single Lorelel In all of Mulberry Square.” Ii The town clock struck eleven. The walked slowly through the Square an a across to opposite ride. Every thing was quiet now. A messenger boy was clicking the rect ory “Hello, Johnny Quillen.’ “HI, Janie.” “There are around here,” ge assured the the gate, f great many ‘Johns Hugh remarked hat's because it's Father's name.” “Are they all named for him? “Everybody loves Father” was bursting with pride. It showed In her eyes and in the tilt of her chin “He's always doing things for people There's Stoney, for Father found him one night down in Shanty town all cut to pleces after a fight patched him up and brought him I think Stoney would Janie instance, die for Father” “He's splendid.” “You'll see,” Jani e sald softly, “when been here a little while” The Ballards’ wall began at of the rectory gate which led to and walked on to t The door woman with a child in her arms w tk down the shallow steps. Doctor Ral lard, tall, white haired, a little stooped stood In the open doorway. “Do as 1 told you, Martha. lotion three times a day.” “TH try.” A weary young ut you know how it is with us. Sam hasn't worked for—" “Get it at Smith's charged to me.” “Oh, thank you, The door closed. ing her shoulders, “Good evening, “Hello, Janie” “Is the baby sick?” “A rash, He's covered all over , , . Janie Ballard, your father is the kind. est man who ever lived.” “See?” Janle glanced up at Hugh. He squeezed her hand, “Yes, Janle,” he said Iv Janie sald her prayers that night. She knelt In the dark beside her nar. row white bed. The petition followed a familiar formula. There was only one deviation. “Make Aunt Rose bet. ter,” she said half aloud, “But, please, God, not too soon.” the end fence. They passed the the side veranda he entrance office opened, Use the yvoloe, and have {it Doctor !™ The woman, ft opened the gate. Martha” “1 see” CHAPTER IV The Square did not accept Hugh all at once. It was Inclined to regard with suspicion this unfamiliar young doctor. He had a way of losing his temper and speaking unpleasant truths, There was the case of old Mrs. Pope. “She says I'm not to come back again,” Hugh announced one after. noon, “Who?' Doctor Ballard looked up from a medical joornal, “That old bharridan, Mrs. Pope” Hugh's face wore an expression of indignation and Injured pride which caused Doctor Ballard to smile, “What did you say, Hugh?" *1 told her there was nothing the matter with her heart and it woulda't kill her to walk downstairs.” “Serves her right.” Doctor Ballard laughed, “But” he added more grave ly, “as much as they need It, you can't i i go around lighting Hrecrackers under people. You're new to them and yoling and" “Conceited?” Hugh was smiling, too. “Intolerant, was the word | meant. Win thelr confidence, my boy, Then you cap insult them as much as yon like." Hugh attempted to follow the Doe- tor's advice, He seemed, in those first bewildering weeks, to make no prog- ress at all. Janle noted the passing events with anxious and critical eyes. No mother bird watching her fledg- ling’s first attempt to use his wings could have been more concerned, “l think 1 now what's the matter.” she said as they sat on the side porch one evening after office hours which had been particularly trying. “You're She searched for the appropri ate word, “You're too formal, Hugh.” “Formal ®™ “1 mean you're not friendly enough teally, Hugh she said gravely, “1 think you'll probably be a grand doe tor in about ten years, Now let's go if there was any cake left from supper. Being an Inspiration always makes me hungry. Hug sh made an honest effort to he friendly He had no trouble with the uptown patents. Manor street and sacred Heights were willing tc give him a Doctor Ballard's practice, however, was largely con fined to the mill district surrounding the Square and the crisscrosaed al Shantytown the rail too" see the chance, leys of bevond “Probably You'll Be a Grand Doe. tor in About Ten Years" road 1! to be openly ridiculed. and a racks, There Hugh felt resented and Janie suggested = remedy himself secretly reason “It's this car” riding after “What's the matter with | Hugn was tired and warm and exasperated At that particular moment, he hated Mulberry Square and the mill Smit and the hopscotch Shanty town, ghe sald as they were home from noon, the playground one oy : alleys of “It's Hugh?” gmuagy too gorgeous. Don’t you Janie's small flushed face. with dust, was very grave. “If you ride in a car like this, they think you couldn't possibly under stand thelr troubles Most of the time it's a friend they want and not a doctor at all” “Shall I rig myself up like St. Fran- els and walk through Shantytown with pigeons perched on my shoulders? “Silly! Of course not. But you needn't be quite so—so magnificent. See?” “I'm d—d if I do.” Hugh brought the car to a standstill with a vicious slurring of brakes. “You have a terrible temper.” Janle dismounted from the long maroon-col ored roadster with her chin in the alr. “I don’t see how we stand you!” She didn’t expect him to take her advice, She was surprised when he came for her the following afternoon in a second-hand roadster very much the worse for wear, “Is this bad enough?” he asked with a sheepish grin, “It looks sort of friendly, | think.” “Hop In" Hugh flung open the door, “We'll see how fast she can travel.” They named the car “Horatius” “But why ‘Horatlus'? Doctor Bal lard asked when he was invited out in front of the house for an after supper inspection. “Well, you see, Father,” Janle made haste to explain, “it stalled on the White Marsh bridge and Hugh couldn't start it and the cars coming the other way couldn't pass. So we decided we'd name it ‘Horatins'” Doctor Ballard laughed, Mother looked puzzled. “I don't see the connection,” she sald, “Mother Isn't acquainted with Mr, Macaulay.” Doctor Ballard smiled at Janie and Hugh as though they shared Boe, such gory literature as ‘The Lays of Anclest Rome’ in Miss Parker's con servatory for female rosebuds.” Janle quoted rather freely: Then up spake brave Horatius A valiant man was he, Now, who will stand on either hand And guard the bridge with me? Whether or not the humble appear ance of Lloratius had anything to do with the gradual change from resent ment to acceptance, Hugh was never able to decide, The Miller twin, how- ever, certainly did, Hugh rushed into the Miller kitchen one afternoon to find the child purple and pop-eyed, ap parently choking to death, Without waiting to ask questions, Hugh selzed the little fellow, up-ended him and shook him vigorously. A plece of hard candy rolled down to the floor, Two minutes later the child, turned right side up, was sobbing quietly in Lis mother's arms, This exhibition of medical skill could uel have occurred In a more auspicious place. Mrs. Miller, the was a tireless bearer of news, lefore night all the Square, tion of the surrounding been informed that tor” had saved the Miller twin's life Hugh was the hero of the day. favored him with of her wide gay smile, “It You wal It did make recognized the the atn It pleased him to a rorisiog He wondered very often why Be cared whether they pot. He would be here only year, This was merely an It had nothing to do with failure or success, But elder, and a considerable por territory, had “the young doe limnse a glimg will make Janle snd fe, in Hugh a difference. change in phere, Saree, liked hi tnt ordnd inleriu his future be did care. Pride, he supposed and his admiration for Doctor Bal Then, too, there was Janie, “I'm living up to you.” he evening she told him ther was proud of the way he getting on, “Me? Her eyes opened wide “You stick pretty close to that play ground.” His voice was tender, too. “It isn't a weather like this™ imes | ard said one that Fa WHE when teasing and picnic in “Some hate It." Janie con ed. "But I'd be ashamed to quit “That's what 1 like about Janie.” Hugh lazily swayed the mock, “You're the most ng person | know ™ dow nr and honest you Honest! remorse, graph waiting to be eall Jante was stricken wit} She thought of Celia’s photo ed for at Honest ! dows and gift-shep uptown She blessed the concealing sha made a stern resolve, ghe left the 1 The next afternoon When she reached h tly into the living room ground early. ghe went direc Presently, Ce restored and on the square otograph, the glass ver shir shelf of the old plano. Beneath it ranged lilies-of-t crystal iin's ph the sil Janie he-valley in a low She was own bowl. ng the nettle In her fashion, After supper, she led Hugh into the living room. He was provokingly slow about noticing the photograph, He wandered aimlessly around the room until Janie wanted to scream. At last in desperation, she seated herself on the plano bench and struck a few wrong notes, “Is this the tune” ing very well that It wasn't, song you were playing last night? “Lord no! Do you call that a tune?” He was walking toward the piano, Janie felt an Impulse to dash Cella to the floor, She didn't, of course. She moved over on the bench to make room for Hugh, “Here you go” His fingers were picking out the gay little sparkling tune . . . grasg Wit whole-hearted she asked, know *of the wee “Five feet tall Rather small That's my baby.” His eyes lifted fronwthe keys. “Who's that?" His fingers contin. ued, not very skillfully, to pick out the gay little tune. “Celia.” “Oh . .." “len't she pretty?” Janle was grasp ing the nettle again, \ “Gorgeous . . ." He struck a dis cord, frowned, found the right notes and, smiling down at Janie with a teasing twinkle In his ruddy brown eyes, he began all over again , , , “Five feet tall Rather small That's my baby.” “Janie, dear.” “Yea, Mother.” Janle, lying on the grass under the catalpa tree, looked up from a magazine, “If 1 were you—" Mother paused. Janie knew that she was searching for tactful words, “If | were you" she presently continued, “I wouldn't tag after Hugh.” “What do you mean?” Janie looked straight up Into Mother's eyes, “Well, dear—" The direct gaze of Janie's eyes had also, at times, proved an embarrassment to Mother, “He may not want" WN Service “Did be tell you that?” Janie felt a hot flush creeping into her cheeks, “Of course not,” Mother closed the ld of her sewing basket and gathered up scraps of lllac tulle, “But he may feel that he has to be polite, I just wouldn't do it,” she finished as though that settled the matter, jut It didn't settle the matter. For a long time after Mother had gone into the house Janle lay on the grass, ber arms folded under her head, her eyes gazing up through the catalpa leaves Into the blue of the summer sky. Did Hugh think she had tagging? she wondered miserably. He hadn't seemed to mind. She thought he rather enjoyed the things they had done together. Not as much as she had, of course, ‘hat wasn't to be expected. But at least, he had seemed amused. Was he only being polite? She the Saturday night dances at club She hadn't “tagged™ She introduced him to Kay Leland and Dolly Bruce and all the Manor street girls. She had urged him to dance with been recalled the then. had them He hadn't seemed to think she was “tagging” when they went out to have with Aunt Murlel's Wash- at “Sportsman's Hall” Muriel and Yuests t was he who had sug- all arties and n't done then i It smells so g You ine on Were yving supper with Us ncie Charlie the tree in his weedy side yard, were fi soft crab pers that Jeils arlie's rks: sitting som etimes | in the ore ntain in the Square _hurdy gurdy playing and the mroms smelling so sweet want to cry; taking youngsters to the circus p corn and vely scarlet balloons Mother knew, being polite. “Tagging Xt with shame from her tips of her She ped over on the grass an her face In her arms After that she avoided him, “Lot's go to the movies tonight” “XN Hugh" Very another engagement de the four buying ice cream cones ashe Perhaps was only tOen d buried o the t 3 i primly. y thank you, ing out to the Hollis farm. 3 young fellow?” hard to Sua lowing roat *T'm her th She sat on the jormer window with the incust branches brushing against the t and miserable, growing . «» It was silly to care But you couldn't belp was the way you were write the nely things, that nate . » fugh wondered what pened, “Ron had hap- here, small person,” he sald finding her picking mint leaves in the garden one afternoon. “I want to talk to you." *I'd betier go dress for supper.” Janie clutched at a straw, “No you don’t! He barred with his outstretched arms the only path to es cape. “You've been dodging me for a week. I've got you now.” He lifted her to the top of the wall. “You can’t get away. Tell me, Janie,” He wasn’t smiling. His eyes looked worried and, somehow, hurt. “What stupid thing have I done?” “Nothing.” “I've missed you, little fellow.” “I've been right here” A lump In her throat. Tears on her iashes A desperate resolve not to let them spill down on her cheeks, every day.” “Not you," he said gently. linen frock and a pair of sunburned jegs . . . Please tell me. anything, I'm sorry.” “1 thought,” She made an effort to be casual. “1 was afrald you'd think I was—" She paused, swallowed hard, spoke the humiliating word. “I was afraid you would think I was tagging.” “Tagging I” He hadn't thought so st all. She could tell by his look of surprise. A weight lifted from her heart. She felt like a fiuf of thistiedown all ready to blow awey. It was easy, now, to ex. plain, “Well, living right here with us" The words were tumbling all over each other. “You might have thought you had to take me places and do every. thing I suggested whether you wanted to or not and,” she finished abruptly, “1 didn’t want to be a pest.” “A pest!” He disposed of the un pleasant word. “Why Janie, I've en Joyed everything. Where did you get that idea?” “i Just thought it ap.” She couldnt tell him that it had been Mother's Anyw what did It matter? en} Th CNTINTN Carried to Extremes For the most part the English woman regards the use of cosmetics, the proper care of the hair, the proper wearing of clothes, as turning 8 woman into a professional In the most deplorable sense of the word, says Harper's Magazine, Khe runs her and herself on the as sumption that she must be an un- sullled amateur first, last and all the time, house In consequence one often feels that, whereas In France even the pla never give up, in England the most potentially beautiful ke as not never to begin, Now it Is quite possible that Amer- lean women are too professional in their pursuit of the art of being and looking charming and that this ac- counts for the 12-in-a-box feeling one sometimes has on the sidewalks Fifth avenue, It Is certain that a hiker in rough tweed breeches, hose, thick walking shoes and tick has an amphibious alr as takes the train for an outing up » Hudson. is also certain that the English an know better how to dress for in practical purposes such as ing wet in the rain. 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