"I think not. I'll--I'm going to run out of town, and eat where it's

cool."

The Street was notoriously hot in summer. When Dr. Max was newly home from

Europe, and Dr. Ed was selling a painfully acquired bond or two to furnish

the new offices downtown, the brothers had occasionally gone together, by

way of the trolley, to the White Springs Hotel for supper. Those had been

gala days for the older man. To hear names that he had read with awe, and

mispronounced, most of his life, roll off Max's tongue--"Old Steinmetz" and

"that ass of a Heydenreich"; to hear the medical and surgical gossip of the

Continent, new drugs, new technique, the small heart-burnings of the

clinics, student scandal--had brought into his drab days a touch of color.

But that was over now. Max had new friends, new social obligations; his

time was taken up. And pride would not allow the older brother to show

how he missed the early days.

Forty-two he was, and; what with sleepless nights and twenty years of

hurried food, he looked fifty. Fifty, then, to Max's thirty.

"There's a roast of beef. It's a pity to cook a roast for one."

Wasteful, too, this cooking of food for two and only one to eat it. A

roast of beef meant a visit, in Dr. Ed's modest-paying clientele. He still

paid the expenses of the house on the Street.

"Sorry, old man; I've made another arrangement."

They left the hospital together. Everywhere the younger man received the

homage of success. The elevator-man bowed and flung the doors open, with a

smile; the pharmacy clerk, the doorkeeper, even the convalescent patient

who was polishing the great brass doorplate, tendered their tribute. Dr.

Ed looked neither to right nor left.

At the machine they separated. But Dr. Ed stood for a moment with his hand

on the car.

"I was thinking, up there this afternoon," he said slowly, "that I'm not

sure I want Sidney Page to become a nurse."

"Why?"

"There's a good deal in life that a girl need not know--not, at least,

until her husband tells her. Sidney's been guarded, and it's bound to be a

shock."

"It's her own choice."

"Exactly. A child reaches out for the fire."

The motor had started. For the moment, at least, the younger Wilson had no

interest in Sidney Page.

"She'll manage all right. Plenty of other girls have taken the training

and come through without spoiling their zest for life."




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