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
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