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Updated: May 22, 2025
"Acting under the statutes, the justice appointed two reputable practicing physicians of the county, namely Dr. Ernest Malt, of Wincorah, and Dr. James P. McGlore, of Pleasantdale, to sit as a commission for the purpose of inquiring into Miss Vinsolving's mental state.
I have a perfectly proper motive, I think, in inquiring into her case. What is her name." "Margaret Vinsolving." "Spell it for me, please the last name?" He spelled it out, and she after him to fix it in her mind. "Where does she live I mean where is her home?" "Village of Pleasantdale, this state," shortly. "Who are her people?" "She's got a mother and that's all, far as I know."
I had a fleeting vision of the party at my house, now playing bridge for ten cents a point; and my soul lifted its head for the first time in weeks. "How far is it to Pleasantdale?" "A long way," answered the girl; "but you can make a connection by trolley that will get you there in about two hours." "Suits me!" I said and stepped to the door. "You can go, James; I'll get myself home."
"I only wish I might take the time to stop at the village of Pleasantdale and break the news to a certain Doctor McGlore who lives there. I trust I am not unduly cattish, but I dearly would love to watch the expression on his face when he heard it. I think I'd do it, too, if I were not starting on the most imperative errand that ever called me in my life."
"By the way, Hastings," I said casually as I went by his desk, "where are you living now?" He looked up smilingly. "Pleasantdale up Kensico way," he answered. I shifted my feet and pulled once or twice on my cigar. I had taken a strange resolve. "Er going to be in this afternoon?" I asked. "I'm off for a run and I might drop in for a cup of tea about five o'clock."
Then immediately after breakfast she sent to the garage round the corner for her runabout and in it she rode up through the city and on into Westchester, now beginning to flaunt the circus colors of a gorgeous Indian summer. An hour and a half of steady driving brought her to the village of Pleasantdale.
Since the death of her husband some eight years ago she has been residing in a small home which she owns in the outskirts of Pleasantdale village in this county. From the fact that she keeps no servants and from other facts brought to me I gather that she is in very modest circumstances. She has been living quite alone except for the daughter, Margaret, who is her only child.
There I sat on a truck on the platform and chatted with a husky, broad-shouldered youth, who said he was the "baggage smasher," until finally a little smoky train appeared and bore me southward. It was the best holiday I had had in years and I was sorry when we pulled into Pleasantdale and I took to my legs again. In the fading afternoon light it indeed seemed a pleasant, restful place.
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