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Presently physician and patient came out Dr. Rathby looked serious, but he tried to smile. Mr. DeVere looked serious but he did not smile. That was the difference. "Well?" asked Ruth, with a sharp intaking of her breath. "Nothing serious at least, so far," was the doctor's verdict. "I think we have taken it in time.
It may enable you to go on but at the risk of permanent injury to your throat." "Oh!" exclaimed both girls. "Never mind!" responded Mr. DeVere, hoarsely. "I I must risk the future for the sake of the present. I cannot give up this engagement. I must keep on with the rehearsals. Give me something speedy, if you please, Doctor. I'll I'll have to take the chance." "I am sorry," spoke Dr. Rathby.
She came in swiftly, and put her arms about him, as her sister had done. "Oh, Daddy dear, what is it?" she asked, anxiously. "I I'll tell you presently," he replied, chokingly. "I am a little out of breath. I am getting too too stout. And my throat has bothered me a good deal of late. Would you mind getting me that throat spray and medicine Dr. Rathby left? That always helps me."
There is considerable inflammation of the vocal chords, and they have suffered a partial paralysis." "As bad as that?" gasped Alice. "Oh, that isn't half as bad as it sounds!" laughed Dr. Rathby. "I have had cases worse than this. Now, I'll leave you some medicine to be used in an atomizer, as a spray, Mr. DeVere, and I want you in fact as a doctor I order you to speak as little as possible.
Theatrical managers were uncertain at best, and an actor in an important part, with a voice that would not carry beyond the first few rows, was out of the question. Mr. DeVere knew this as well as did his daughters. "I'll tell you what I'll do," went on Dr. Rathby. "I'll speak to your manager myself. I'll explain how things are, and say it is imperative that you have one or two days of rest.
Rathby is going to try a new kind of spray treatment, and I had the first one this afternoon. It helped me wonderfully." "That's good!" exclaimed Alice. The next day's papers contained a slight reference to the accident.
Rathby, "but it is the kindest in the end. Rest is what you need." "Then I can't go to rehearsal in the morning?" "Certainly not. I must forbid it as your physician. Can't you get a few days off?" Mr. DeVere shook his head. "Aren't there such things as understudies? Seems to me I have heard of them," persisted the physician. "I I wouldn't like to have to put one on," said the actor.
"You have, Father?" cried Ruth in surprise. "You never told us about it." "I will after the doctor comes," he said in a low voice. Alice came back from using the telephone of the neighbor on the floor below to say that Dr. Rathby would soon be over. "And then we'll have you all right again, Daddy!" she said, and the merry, laughing light that had disappeared came back into her eyes.
They saw to it that he used the medicine faithfully, and they even got pads and pencils that he might write messages to them instead of speaking. On his part the actor was faithful. He did not use his voice at all, and on the second day Dr. Rathby said there was some improvement. He was not very enthusiastic, however, and when Mr.
He said you were letter-perfect in the part, anyway, and it was the others who really needed the rehearsing. So now we have two full days in which to do our best. And in that time I want you to talk the deaf and dumb language," laughed Dr. Rathby. Mr. DeVere eagerly promised. Then began a two-days' warfare against the throat ailment. Ruth and Alice were untiring in attendance on their father.
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