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Updated: June 7, 2025
I want things particularly bright and cheery to-night, for I know Lanse will come home fagged with the new work. Mrs. Laurier sent over some red carnations. I've put them in the middle of the table; they look ever so pretty. I'm going to " What she intended to do Celia never told, if she ever afterward remembered.
Celia stretched an eager hand, for a letter from Uncle John Rayburn middle-aged, a bachelor, and an ex-army officer, retired by an incurable injury which did not make him the less the best uncle in the world could not fail to be welcome. But she had not read a page before she dropped the sheet and stared helplessly and anxiously at Lanse. "What's up?" he asked.
"If this whirl of work they tell me you are in had kept up much longer, I should have turned patient myself and sent for you. Going to find time to be married in, think, Andy?" "I rather expect to be able to manage it," responded Doctor Churchill, laughing. "How long have you been home, Lanse two hours? Just promised to let me know when you came."
We will all be very economical about clothes " "Being economical doesn't bring in cash to pay bills," interrupted Jeff. "Do the best he can, Lanse won't draw any hair-raising salary the first year. He could probably get clerical work at one of the banks, but what's that? He'd fall off so in his wind I could throw him across the room in three months." They all laughed.
Even his father seemed a little daunted at this proposal. "That's it laugh!" urged Lanse. "If I'd proposed to try to get on the 'reportorial staff' of a city newspaper you'd all smile approval, as at a thing suited to my genius. I'd have to live in town to do that, and what little I earned would go to fill my own hungry mouth. Now at the shops you needn't look so top-lofty!
He moved deliberately up-stairs toward Celia's room, listening to the younger physician's statement of the conditions under which he had been called, turning at the door to smile and nod back at Charlotte, who watched him from the top of the staircase with serious eyes. At the end of what seemed like a long period of time the two physicians came down-stairs together, meeting Lanse at the foot.
It might be nothing, but he was leaning heavily on his sister's strong young shoulder as they crossed the threshold of Doctor Churchill's little office, Charlotte having flung open the door without waiting to ring. Nobody was there. "No, don't try to sit up in a chair. Here, lie down on the couch," she insisted, and Lanse yielded, none too soon.
"Andy Churchill, you weren't so discerning as all that, when not even I thought it was serious with either of them! Celia's had so many admirers, and turned them all aside so coolly and Mr. Frederic Forester is such an accomplished person at paying attentions how could I think it meant anything? But Lanse insists Celia is different from what she ever was before, and I don't know but he's right."
"Well, I must be off to look after my duties to the groom," Lanse announced presently, with a precautionary glance into his mother's mirror to make sure that not a hair of his splendour was disturbed. "I ought to have been with him before this, only my infatuation for the bride makes my case difficult.
And half an hour afterward, as Lanse stooped to gather her up and carry her up-stairs to bed, she looked back at Captain Rayburn, who still sat beside her couch, and said, with softly shining eyes: "The colonel almost wouldn't be the second lieutenant if he could, Uncle Ray." Lanse, lifting his sister in his strong arms, remarked, "I should say not. Why should he?"
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