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The girl enjoyed life and its small incidents with the zest of exuberant youth and Van Lennop often declared himself as anxious that Mrs. Percy Parrott should accumulate enough from the sale of milk to buy screens before flytime as that lady herself since Essie sustained his interest by daily account of the addition to the screen fund. He was still thinking of the combative Mrs.
Van Lennop replied dryly "I do not recollect ever having known another physician quite so keen about his fee." She flushed, but went on determinedly "I know how it must have looked to you I've thought of it a thousand times but there were extenuating circumstances. I came here 'broke' with only a little black case of pills and a few bandages.
What Van Lennop had learned through his unintentional eavesdropping was something of a revelation. In his mild conjectures as to Crowheart's opinion of him it never had occurred to him that it considered him anything more interesting than an impecunious semi-invalid or possibly a homeseeker taking his own time to locate. But a hold-up! a loafer! a lazy cheap-skate!
She looked younger by years and with that unexpected winsomeness which was her charm. The murmur of approval was a tribute to her femininity that was music in her ears. The night promised to be one of triumph which she intended to enjoy to the utmost, but to her it ensured more than that, for Ogden Van Lennop was there, as she had seen in one swift glance, and it meant, perhaps, her "chance."
She was resting one day in her new office in the hospital after a long drive along the ditch, and from her window she watched Van Lennop at the Kunkel blacksmith shop across the street.
"Could it have gone astray this infernal name it looks like a piece of barbed wire when it's spelled out is there another place of the same name in Mexico?" "Not in the world, sir." "I didn't think so," returned Van Lennop grimly. He continued: "I want you to telegraph the operator in Crowheart and find out positively if the message was delivered to the person to whom it was sent."
"I don't know who the fellow is," Symes demurred. In reality his reluctance was largely due to a secret resentment that Van Lennop had seemed to withstand so easily the influence of his genial personality. Their acquaintance never had passed the nodding stage and the fact had piqued Symes more than he cared to admit. "Besides, he has elected to identify himself with rather singular company."
Van Lennop shook his clenched fist at the empty air, "the leading citizens of Crowheart shall HAVE justice!" He smoothed Prescott's crumpled telegram and reached for his code-book. When he had its meaning he pulled a telegraph-blank toward him, and wrote: Carry out my instructions to the letter. Do not neglect the smallest detail. Leave no stone unturned to accomplish the end in view. "Oh, Doc!"
That Ogden Van Lennop had entertained the remotest notion of asking Essie Tisdale to be his wife was furthest from her thoughts. Yet there it was in black and white, staring at her in words which burned themselves upon her brain, searing the deeper because she learned from them that her own deed had precipitated the crisis.
"Not alone." "Hi, Doc!" Kunkel pointed to a straight, black pillar of smoke rising at the station, and yelled in local parlance: "Look there! Your beau's come! That's the Van Lennop Special!" "She ain't here." Nell Beecroft, with arms akimbo, blocked the hospital door. "Upon your honor, Nell?" She looked the sheriff squarely in the eyes. "Upon my honor, Dan."
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