: SYNOPSIS iy
Dr. Davis and his wife, May,
have been quarreling. “Davis 48
jealous of Beranger-de Brie, a.per-
fume manufacturer, and May 4s
Jealous of Myra Pfeffer, an artist.
4
7 Davis receives a supposedly profes-
3 sional coll. He finds Myra in a
“3 Enid : restaurant pretending illness. He
: wes her story and takes her
On “opening the door he
i thoughtlessly pockets her key. May,
: becoming suspicious, follows him
«and sees him with Myra. She gets
| Beranger and they go to a cabaret
3 from where she telephones her hus-
band. Davis rushes to the cabaret
ond fights with de Brie. Davis ez-
plains “the ‘situation.
CHAPTER XlI—Contlnued
“Well, it made me furious when
I was talking to you over the
Ea 2 phone—when you were there in
a that - Chinese restaurant,” she
er finally admitted. “That's why I
¢ : a decided T'd find out just where you
SRST SR ~ were. And when I saw you come
out with that girl there was only
; : one thing I could think. And I
gr 5 ‘was so mad. I decided that I'd get
! i ~ even with you. So I drove around
to Mr. de Brie’s place, and I got
him to take me here, and—well,
you know the rest.” >
‘And so, after a space of time,
they sat there looking into each
other’s eyes, holding hands and
. sighing’ happily. Lost to the world
about them, they’ did not notice
that the orchestra had ceased its
noise; they didn’t motice that two
by two the other couples had drift-
A ed homeward; they didn’t even
3.
3
She deftly extracted the key.
hear the clatter of chairs and ta-
bles as the waiters stacked them
up for the night. All they heard
\ was a melody that floated around
is them, soft, lulling, sweet. The vio-
3 linist, still wide awake, was hover-
Teint ing about, playing for them.
1 : A waiter set a plate with a bill
4
on it before them. “Sorry, sir,” he
announeed, “but we're closing up.”
“Oh—oh, yes.” Davis+looked up
at the intruder and then looked
down at the bill. He laid some
money on the plate and nodded an
“All right” to the man. He looked
2 at his watch. S
. 3 “Phew! Three o'clock! Ididn’t
know it was so late. We'd better
be “getting home, darling.” He
_ turned to help May on with her
coat and then finished his high-
ball.
They got up and, arm in arm,
started towards the door. Out into
the cool, starry night they went,
breathing deeply after the stuffy
air of the cafe.
: “Oh, what a night—what a
night!” Davis yawned sleepily. “I
had no idea it was so late. But it
was worth fit, wasn’t it, dearest?”
“Oh, yes,” May nodded, pressing
Ed’s arm and holding on to him
eR
am
he : tightly. “But we're never, never,
he, : never going to spend another eve-
ie ning like this, are we, dear?”
# “Not if I can help it,” Davis
J vowed. “We've got to cut this out
—all this quarreling. May, dear,
do you realize this ds our first
quarrel?”
“Yes, but fit’s going to be our
last.”
“So far as I'm concerned it is.”
“Oh, what'll we do with my car?”
May questioned quickly. “T’llhave
to drive it home. I wish I hadn’t
brought it.”
“We can leave it in a garage
L around here if you want to,” Davis
suggested.
“I'd only have to come in town
in the morning and get it,” May
objected. “I guess I'd better drive
it home.”
“Well, wait until I get my lights
on, and then you can trail me,”
Pavis suggested.
They walked over to the big car.
May stood on/ the curb waiting,
while Davis opened the door and
turned on the headlights. The add-
ed illumination lighted up the ma-
chine and the surrounding street.
He turned to close the door again.
“Well, for the love of mud!” he
exclaimed.
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‘There, on the back seat, . smiling
‘serenely, sat Myra Pfeffer.
“What's the—" May stopped
suddenly, her eyes round with age
Iouishment. She stared, _speechs
ess.
“Well, how ad you. get. here?
Davis demanded.
“How did I- “get here? Do you
think you should ask me such a
question?’ Myra pointed with an
air of injured innocence. :
“BEd Davis! You knew she wis
out here in your car all the time!”
May accused.
were telling me that beautiful sto-
ry about how you didn’t know any»
thing about what happened this
evening.” Well, I must say this is
about the last straw. T've been hu-
miliated and insulted quite enough.”
“May, I swear I didn’t know a
thing about it!” Ed declared hotly.
“What I'd like to know is how you
got in this car.” He turned savagely
on the girl in the rear.
“Why shouldn’t I be here, though
I must say it was a rather long
wait?’ Myra stifled a yawn.
“Don’t try to get out of this,”
May warned. “I've heard quite
enough. Certainly” you knew she
was here. You brought her here
yourself.”
“Of course he knew I was here,”
Myra ' insisted. “We = came hers
together.” She leaned over the
door of the car and addressed her
remarks to May. “Furthermore,
he’s got the key to my apartment.
I'd have gene home if I could have
got in, but I knew I couldn’t.”
“That’s a lie!” Davis shouted.
“I never saw the key to her silly
apartment, and I didn’t bring her
here.”
“Oh, yes,
Myra cooed.
you did, darling,”
She reached over
“All the. time you
quickly and: deftly extracted the °
tell-tale key from Davis’s vest pock-
et and held it up so that it glim-
mered in the light.
“Let me see!” May snatched
at the key, turning it about and ex-
amining it. It wasn’t the key to
anything that belonged either to
herself or to Ed. “That settles it,”
she announced firmly, handing the
key back to its rightful owner.
“I'm going to get a divorce!” She
turned on her heel and marched
off, her head high, towards her
roadster.
“But, May, listen——" Davis
started after his wife, pleading.
“I've listened all I'm going to,”
May snapped. “I'll never set foot
in your house again. I've had all I
can stand. My future address is
The Ritze. You can instruct your
lawyer to send all the necessary
papers there”
“But, May, I tell you——"
May jumped into her car and
slammed the door, cutting short
her husband’s remarks. She
switched on the ignition, stepped
on the accelerator and in another
moment ‘was speeding along the
street.
CHAPTER XIII
As she sped up the street May
glanced neither to right nor left,
nor behind her. And for that rea~
son she did not see the terrified fig
ure that crouched in the rumble
seat of her machine, clutching the
sides as the car went bounding
over bumps and cutting corners.
And Beranger was praying that
this mad driver would forget to
look behind.
When he had been thrust out of
the cafe with so little ceremony he
had been terrified lest the doctor
follow him out to administer fur.
ther punishment. His eyes had
lighted on May's car, and he had
remembered the little rear seat.
Without thought he had dived into
the concealing shadow of the in-
terior and had lain there, awaiting
the outcome of his flight. But as
time passed, and he was not dis-
turbed, he grew tired, and before
he knew it he had fallen asleep.
Then the sudden jerking motion of
the car had brought him to, and
now here he was, trapped once
more, unable to get out.
However, it might have been
worse, he told himself. He might
have been in a perfectly strange
car.
was alone. Perhaps she had quar
reled with her husband again.
That seemed the only reason for
her wild driving. Anyhow, he
couldn’t get out, and he might as
well see what was going on. She
was friendly—even though her hus-
band wasn’t.
Up front May was debating as
to what she should do next. She
wouldn't go back to the apartment
—and that was certain. But if she
went to the Ritze she’d have to
have a bag, and at the very least,
her overnight things. At the rate
she was going she'd be far ahead
of Ed. Perhaps the best thing to
do would be to go home, get her
things and get out before Ed had
time to find her there. Yes, that
was it. That’s what she’d do. Even
if he did find her, she could always
leave. But he’d take the big car
to the garage before going home,
and that would allow her plenty of
time to get away again without
meeting him. She set her lips and
put her foot down harder on the
accelerator.
(To be continued)
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-Alderson-
Old Man Weather hasn't been so
good to us so far this month. These
cold, rainy days aren’t at all conducive
to good business at a summer resort |-
and we're all shouyg for bigger and
better sunshine. Perhaps we ought to
be content with all the nice weather
we had in Jilly, but Mil we're all
“ human.
Although ugh stippped. up on the
weather, it. came through on top in
Dan Cupid’s line... "We /take great
pleasure im ‘announcing two weddings,
both. ‘on Tuesday, the 20th. Miss
Genevieve" ‘Wintersteen and. Harold F.
Fisk, and Miss* Caroline Higgins and
James F. Davenport were the happy
couples. . We extend to them our very
| best wishes for their future happiness.
Mr. and Mrs. Keiser, Mr. and Mrs.
Norton and daughter, Kathleen, of
Scranton and Miss Anna Piatt of Nan-
ticoke spent Sunday the eighteenth
with Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Altemus.
Mr. and Mrs. A. LI. Smyth of Brook-
lyn, N.°'¥%, spent the week-end with
| Mr. and Mrs. E. Eggleston..
On Auglust 13th the Henry family
reunion was held at the home of Mr.
and Mrs. Edward Gaynor. Those
present were: Mr. and Mrs. Charles
Kern, Helen Kern, Bertha Kern, Her-
man Kern, Mr. and Mrs. A. Williams
Mr. and Mrs. Edward Gaynor, Peter
Gaynor, Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Kern and
family, Otis Allen, Jr., and Thomas
Garrity, all of Alderson; Mr. and Mrs.
Leonard Henry, Ger-
trude Henry, Eleanor Henry and Rich-
ard Henry, all of St. Louis, Missouri;
Mr. and -Mrs. John Henry, Agnes
Henry, Dorothy Henry, Anna Henry,
Helen Henry, John Henry, Jr. Sabina
Henry, Mr. and Mrs. -F. N.. Henry,
Anna Henry, Marie Henry, Franklin
of Wilkes-
Barre; IL. J. Kern, Mary Kern, Louise
Kern, Bertha Kern, Charles Kern,
Leonard Kern and John Kern, of
Mountain Top.
Miss Dorothy Anderson, who is a
student nurse at Wilkes-Barre General
Hospital, is spending her vacation with
her parents, Mr. and Mrs. G. C. Ander-
son.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Searfoss and
Mrs. May Fox and Walter Roberts of
Dallas visited Mrs. Sarah Jane
Lamereaux one day last week.
Mrs. J. E. Altemus spent Friday last
with her daughter, Mrs. Albert Has-
kins at Sugar Notch:
Miss Bertha Smith of Plainfield, N.
J., is spending the week with her
sister, Mrs. Samuel Eggleston.
Adam Rauch of White Haven is
visiting Mrs. Harriet Rauch for a few
days.
Miss
Phyllis Enders has returned
‘| home after spending some time visit-
ing relatives at Sugar Notch.
Miss Behia Allen has returned home
after spending some time at Irving-
ton, N.. J.
This is just a tip, so don’t tell any-
one. The fish are getting hungry.
Mr. and Mrs. Charles Kern, Helen
Kern and Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Kern
and family have returned from a trip
through New Jersey.
~ Miss Anna Wolfe of Wilkes-Barre is
spending the month of August at the
Gaynor cottage.
Kenneth Oakes of Towanda is visit-
ing his aunt, Mrs. M. B. Avery.
Mr. and Mrs. Wendell Woodside and
family of Summit, N. J., spent Satur-
day with Mr. and Mrs. Corey Allen.
The Misses Noonan and Corbett of
Binghamton, N. Y., and Mrs. Dover of
Scranton are spending some time with
Mr. and Mrs. Edward Gaynor.
Mr. and Mrs. E. B. Singer and son,
Edgar, have returned _ home after
spending two weeks with Mr. and Mrs
G. C. Anderson.
Mr. and Mrs. Corey Allen, Mr. and
Mrs. Otis Allen and family, Mr. and
Mrs. George Smith and son, George,
Jr., Mrs. Harriet Rauch: and son,
Joseph, atended camp meeting at Pat-
terson Grove on Sunday last.
Samuel Eggleston is installing
picnic dinners with all the fixin’s.
Myers pump at his home. He ‘evi-
dently doesn’t believe in worrying over
shortages or high water rates.
Mrs. Harry Harris and children of
Wilkes-Barre spent the week-end with
Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Harris.
Patrick Elias has returned from De-
troit with a brand new honest-to-
goodness galler bus. It is uptodate in
every detail and we're sure all ‘the
kiddies will enjoy riding in it. School
starts September 9 and then the kid-
dies will get their first ride.
The Alderson M. E. Sunday school
enjoyed its annual picnic with the
other Sunday schools of Dallas district
at the Harvey's IL.ake Park on Wed-
nesday last. Everyone had a good time
which, of course, included plenty of
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WHAT'S GONE BEFORE
Remember Steddon, a pretty, un-
spohisticated girl, is the daughter of
a kindly but narrow-minded minister
in a small Hig western town. Her
father,
Rev. Doctor Steadon, violently, op-
posed to what he considers “wordly”’
things, accepts motion pictures as
the cause for '‘nuch of the evil of the
present day. Troubled with a cough,
Remember, goes to see
Dr. Bretherick, an elderly physi-
cian, who is astonished at the plight
in which he finds her. Pressed by
the doctor, Remember admits her un-
fortunate affair with
Elwood Farnaby, a poor boy, son of
the town sot. As Remember and Dr.
Bretherick discuss the problem a
telephone message brings the news
that Elwood has been killed in an ac-
cident. Dr. Bretherick accordingly
persuades Remember to go West,
her cough serving as a plausible ex-
cuse; to write home of meeting’ and
marrying a pretended suitor—"“Mr.
Woodville’—and later to write her
parepnts: announcing her “husband’s’
death before the birth of her expected
child. Unable alone to bear her se-
cret, Remember goes to her mother
with it.
Her mother agrees with the plan of
the doctor. Mem leaves town. On the
train Mem accidentally meets Tom
Holby, movie "star, traveling with
Robina Teele, leading lady in the
movies, who are the Jcynosure of all
eyes.
NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
He turned back to <he waiting
Robina. Robina was evidently not
used to being kept waiting. She had
little practice. She resented the slight
with such quick wrath that Mem could
hear her protesting sarcasm, a rather
disappointing rebuke:
“Don’t hurry on 'ny account, Tom.”
Two young girls assailed Tom with
shameless idolatry. One of them
rattled:
“Oh, Mr. Holby, we knew you the
minute we laid eyes on you. You're
our fave-rite of all the screen stars,
and—. You got no photografs with
you, have you?”
Tom was indomitably polite, but the
conductor’s . call. “All aboard!” gave
Robina an excuse to drag him away
from the worshippers.
‘One of the girls, in an epilepsy of
agitation, wailed: “Say, looky! That
lady under the veil is Robina Teel€!
Gee! and we didn’t reco-nize her!”
-The train was emerging from the re-
treating walls of the city before Mem
felt calm enough to, examine her maga-
zines.
On the cover of one of them was a
huge head of Robina Teele, all eyes
and curls and an incredibly luscious
mouth. Remember had never heard of
her or seen her pictures, because her
films were great ‘feature specials” too
expensive for villages.
There was a long article about her,
and another of Tem Holby.
This was not so amazing a coinci-
dence as it seemed to Mem, for both
Robina Teele and Tom Holby had
press agents who would have been
chagrined if any motion picture
periodical had appeared without some
blazon of their employers.
Mem stared longest at the various
pictures of Tom Holby. She found him
in all maner of costumes and athletic
achievements, and she read the
rhapsody on him first. ’
Having never seen a moving pictures,
of anybody, she had never seen his.
Mem forgot for a long while that she
was a respectable widow—of a very
poor sort, for it came to her ‘in an
avalanche - of shame that she was
neither respectable nor a widow.
But she was a fugitive now from her
past and from such thoughts, and she
caught up the magazines with a des-
perate eagerness, as if they were cubs
of nepenthe.
After dinner Mem found her way to
the observation car and wrote a letter
home. She was sealing it when she
suddenly remembered Doctor Breth-
erick’s prescription. She was to take
a lover on the first day! She had
‘mentioned nobody that she had met.
Now she must describe the important | 2U%
man that she would never meet. He
was an imaginary, and therefore a
quite perfect, character. She wrote:
Oh, I forget! Whom do you
suppose I ran into on the train?
Youd never guess in a million
years. You know when I went to
Carthage to take care of Aunt
Mabel? Well, do you remember
my telling you about the awfully
nice man I 'met at church? Mr.
Woodville was his name. Remem-
ber? Well, would you believe it,
he is on this train! Isn't it a
small world! He has been most
kind and polite. I met him in
church, as you remember, and
somehow I feel much safer not being
alone. I'm sure youll be glad.
He's very religious, but awfully
nice—I . mean, 80, Of course,
awfully nice. = Good night, aga,
you darlings!
Being told that they recollected Mr.
Woodville, her parents obligingly re-
membered him. Mrs. Steddon had been
warned of this fiction and collaborated
in-it.
Doctor Steddon was one of those
who believe almost anything they read,
especially when they hope for its
truth. ® And there was nothing he
hoped for so much as that his child
should 'meet a good man and love him
and be loved by him.
Mem spent most of the next day
planning her ‘second letter home and
growing acquainted with that husband
of hers. She used Tom Holby as a
model.
Crossing the desert the train came
to an abrupt halt. A driving bar on
the engine had broken and dropped.
If the train had not been puffing slow-
ly up a steep grade it would have been
derailed and some of the passengers
probably mangled and killed.
It was a long while before the pas-
! asleep in spite of herself.
senglers found this = out, and they
|reveled in the delight of averted dis-
aster. Nobody knew how long the
train would be délayed. They could
not go on until a new engine was se-
cured. A trainman had to walk to the
next block signal tower, miles ahead,
and telegraph back for another loco-
motive.
Mem wandered about, looking at the
‘cactus and sagebrush and deliciously
expecting a rattlesnake under every
clump.
© She saw Tom Holby set out for a
brisk walk. He climbed a ragged
butte with astonishing agility, winning
the applause of the passengers. He
had the knack of ‘acquiring applause.
The other passengers dawdled about,
but Mem went farther and farther.
She wanted to see what was .on the
other side of that butte as much as
mankind has longed to see the other
sida of the moon.
When she started back the cool of
the butte’s shadow 'made her rest
awhile. The heat and the hypnosis
of the shimmering sand sea put her
She awoke
with a start.
The train was moving, a new loco-
motive dragging it and its broken en-
gine. She ran, fell, picked helself up,
limped forward.
She was alone in the wilderness, and
the train was already a toy running
through a gap between two' lofty
buttes. Both mocked the girl unendur-
ably and she stood panting in a suffo-
cation of fright, her hands plucking at
each other’s finger nails.
Then for the first time Mem under-
stood what the desert meant to those
who had seen the last burro drop and
found the canteen full of dry air.
For a trance-while Mem ‘made a per-
fect allegory of helplessness on- a
monument. She heard a voice laugh-
with the pretty chit whose magazin
he had picked up, she was tempted
give the signal to go ahead again.
But she preferred to give poor Holby
her opinion of him. Mem crept back
to her place, shivering with her first
experience of stardom and its con-
spicuousness.
The train made up so much of its
lost time that it was only two hours
late when it drew into Tucson. Tom
made his adieux and left Mem in
whirl. But her faculties went around
in tht mad panic of a pinwhéel when
a strange, sombre person spoke to
her: :
“Miss Steddon?”
“Yes,”
“I am Doctor Galbraith, pastor of
the First Church here. Your father
telegraphed me to meet you at the
train and look after you,”
“Do you know papa?’
“No, but he found my name in tol
yearbook. I have found a nice board-
ing house for you, and my wife and
I will look after you as best we can.”
Mem was struck violently with the
thought, “But what becomes be Mr.
Weodville now ?”’
In her desperation she caug Sie sight
again of Tom Holby, who had walked
briskly to the head of the train and
was striding back to his car. A frantic
whim led Mtm to say, very distinctly,
as she passed him:
“Good-night, Mr. Woodville.” =
Holby could hardly believe his ears, i
but he laughted to himself. ‘This is
fame!” bowed and went on.
The Rev. Galbraith paused but Mem
urged him along, saying, “That's an
old friend I met on the train.” And
now she felt that she had established
the existence of her Mr. Woodville. =
She was already unconsciously ‘“plan-
ning” characters. “His face looked
familiar, but I guess it wasn’t.”
ing with a kind of querying exclama-
tion:
“Hello?” ;
The word was as unimportant as
could be and it. came from what she
had just decreed the most useless
thing on earth, a handsome moving-
picture actor. He went on:
“Here we are, eh?”
Tom Holby laughed at fate as
his picture. .
“I've nearly died of thirst in the
desert half a dozen times,” he said;
“but there was always a camera or
in
two a few yards off and a grub wagon |
just outside. And the heroine usually
came galloping to the rescue and
picked me up in time for the final
clinch. T see the heroine, but the grub
wagon’s late.”
“Wh-what are we going to do?”
“Well, I'm not going to act, anyway,
as long as there’s no camera on the
job. Let's sit down and wait.”
“For what?” g
“Oh, I gliess the train will come
back, or another one will comé along
and we can flag it in plenty of time.
Sit down on this handsome red divan,
won't you? I'm Mr. Holby, by the
way.”
“Yes, I know,” she said, and told
him her name.
There was a long silence.
mused aloud:
“‘Remember,’ eh? Great! Robina
would have preferred that to the one
she chose. Do°you know Robina?”
“I've seen her.”
“On the screen?”
“On the train.”
. Oh, then you havent seen her. That's
isn’t the real Robina that walks about.
,That’s just a poor, plain, frightened,
anxious little thing, a Cinderella who
only begins to live when she puts on
her glass slippers. She has to be so
infernally noble all day long that you
can hardly blame her for resting her
overworked virtues when she’s off the
Then he
dot. I used to be a pretty decent fel-
low, too, before I began to be a hero
by trade. But now—gosh! how I love!
my faults! When there’s no camera 18°
on ‘me I'm a mighty mean man.”
“Really!” ’
“Oh, I'm a friend. I'm thinking of |
playing villains for
the factory. But I'm: so:
:d” up betwetn my professional
emotions und my personal ones that
it’s hard to keep from acting, on and t
Now look at this ituation. If the
camara gang were here. I'd know just
what to do. I'd be Sir Walter
in a Stetson and chaps. But
there’s just us two here and I have
you in my power—or you have 'me in
your power——I don’t know just how
to act. It depends on you. Are you a
heroine or adventuress?”’
“I don’t understand you.”
“Are you an onjanoo or a vamp?’
“I don’t speak French.”
‘Then you must be an onjanoo,” he
said. “In that case I suppose I really
ought to play the villian and— But
here comes the train. Dog-on it!
Just as we were working up a real
little plot. I hope I haven't comprom-
ised you.- If youre afraid I have
I'll have to go back and hide till the
next train comts along. Or you can,
for I imagine it's Robina that reversed
the engine. She probably missed me
and suspected that I was out here with
a prettier girl that she is—pardon
me! Shall I go hide?”
“Oh, no! no! I couldn’t think of it.
Nobody knows ‘me. It can’t make any
difference what they say about me.”
“Gosh what an enviable position.
Stick to your luck, Miss Steddon. May
I help you down?”
That was a chapter in Mem’s life.
Holby had guessed right. Robina
had missed him and when the help-
less conductor protested against the
sacrilege of reversing the Limited,
already late, she pulled the rope
herself.
She had half suspected that Tom
in a railroad serial, and she soon had
the train backing at full speed.
She had sulf suspected that Tom
Holby had a companion in the desert,
and when she looked cut and saw hin
The reason it looked familiar was
that lithographs of it were posted up
all over Tucson. Holby was to appear
there in a picture.
(Continued Next Week)
Dr. Boston
(Continued from Front Page)
night when the fever stricken patients
was at its height the doctor was most
subject to call and he never refused to .
make those calls under the most ad-
verse weather conditions.
To save him 'many miles of travel,
Mrs. Boston frequently rode out on
horseback from home to meet him and
send him off in another direction to
visit another patient. Even today Mrs.
Boston is an invaluable aly, and the
system worked out between doctor and
wife so that she at all times knows
where to locate him is little short of
renarkable. Ha
_ Always a lover of good horses, Dr
Boston was nevertheless one of the
frst to see the possibilities of the
motor cai. And early in 1910 pur-
chased a one-cylinder Reo in which
to make his calls. One of his chief
avocations and delights today is te
spend an hour in his garage, excel-
lently equipped with tools, and make
minor repairs on his machine. To look
at the interior of his Ford is to be
startled by innovations and little con-
traptions here and there for tht com-
fort of the driver. For example, there's
a home-made heater, and automatic
window curtain puller and screw in the x
a while, so that I}
can be respectable at my own expense |
[in this section at was Lockville.
Raleigh |
since |
steering’ wheel to guide the driver in a
straight path when its difficult to see
ahead and numerous other additions
and adjustments which Mr. Ford for-
got when he conceived the car. Then
there’s the built-in medicine cases and
first aid kits, all inventions and the
work of a busy doctor in his leisure
hours. /
Dr. Boston was born in Idaho, Aug.
7, 1859, tlie scn of Mr. and Mrs. Al-
fred Bosten of Town Hill, Luzerne
aannptiv
. where the parents returned in
and where Dr. Boston was reared.
I.. N. Boston of Philadelphia, a
er, is a professor and lecturer in
fferson Medical College in Philadel-
In company with this brother
another physician, Dr. Boston per-
forme :d the first appendicitis operation
The
a succtss, unusual at the
vs unusually successful in
1t case, many are ethe grown
d vromen in this section who
saw the light of day under his
It is not infrequent for a visits
ing patient to say, dont you know me,
well you ought to, you were there,
thirty, thirty-five or forty years ago,
operation,
when I was-born?”
In 1881, before entering medical
school Dr. Boston was carriel to Anna
McKelvey of Sandy Run. To them
were born five children, two of whon
died in infancy. Three children born
and reared in Centremorelad are:
Clarence and Hontis of Noxen, and Mrs
Z. R. Howell of Trucksville. x
A familiar figure in the history of
the rural sections of Luzerne and
Wyoming counties, Dr. Boston is well
known by all who know him. Always
a Democrat in a Republican territory,
he takes a keen interest in things poli- =
tical, though never taking part in poli-
tics himself. He is a keen student of
natonal and international affairs and a
great reader of medical subjects. 3
Seventy years isn’t old and perhaps
forty-five years isn’t long to be travel-
ing night and day over the countryside
to administer to patients, but forty-
five years is a long time to retain the
vigor and enthusiasm of youth for
one’s work. Dr. Boston has never been
hesitant in accepting the new in medi-
cal science as soon as it has be
proved successful, and it is so today,
talk with hin on any ubject of modern
medicine and therapy and you will
find him conversent and well
quainted with all the latest devel
ments in medical science. §
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