"
"Dear old dad," said Allison, gratefully. "I owe him everything."
"Everything?" repeated the Doctor, with lifted brows. "And where does
Jonathan Ebenezer Middlekauffer come in, to say nothing of the future
Mrs. Kent?"
Allison's face clouded for an instant. "I'll never forget what you've
done for me, but there isn't any future Mrs. Kent."
"No? Why I thought--"
"So did I, but she's thrown me over and gone away. This morning she sent
me a note of congratulation and farewell."
"Upon my word! What have you done to her?"
"Nothing. She says I don't need her any more now, so she's going away."
Doctor Jack paced back and forth on the veranda with his hands in his
pockets. "The darkly mysterious ways of the ever-feminine are wonderful
beyond the power of words to portray. Apparently you've had to choose
between your hand and hers."
"I'm not sure," returned Allison, thoughtfully, "that I wouldn't rather
have hers than mine."
"Brace up, old man. Get well and go after her. The world isn't big
enough to keep a man away from the woman he wants."
"But," answered Allison, dejectedly, "she doesn't care for me.
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