Mrs. Red Pepper

Mrs. Red Pepper, by Grace S.
Richmond

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Title: Mrs. Red Pepper
Author: Grace S. Richmond
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Mrs. Red Pepper
By Grace S. Richmond

Author of "Red Pepper Burns," "The Indifference of Juliet," "With
Juliet in England," "Strawberry Acres," Etc.
1913

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
Wholly Given Over to Sentiment
II. The Way to Attain an End
III. Burns Does His Duty
IV. A Red Head
V. More Than One Opinion
VI. Broken Steel Wires
VII. Points of View
VIII. Under the Apple Tree
IX. A Practical Artist
X. A Runaway Road
XI. After Dinner
XII. A Challenge
XIII. A Crisis
XIV. Before the Lens

XV. Flashlights
XVI. In February
XVII. From the Beginning
XVIII. The Country Surgeon

MRS. RED PEPPER
CHAPTER I
WHOLLY GIVEN OVER TO SENTIMENT
The Green Imp, long, low and powerful, carrying besides its two
passengers a motor trunk, a number of bulky parcels, and a full share of
mud, drew to one side of the road. The fifth April shower of the
afternoon was on, although it was barely three o'clock.
Redfield Pepper Burns, physician and surgeon, descended from the car,
a brawny figure in an enveloping gray motoring coat. He wore no hat
upon his heavy crop of coppery red hair--somewhere under the seat his
cap was abandoned, as usual. His face was brown with tan--a strong,
fine face, with dark-lashed hazel eyes alight under thick, dark eyebrows.
From head to foot he was a rather striking personality.
"This time," said he, firmly, "I'm going to leave the top up. It's putting
temptation in the way of something very weak to keep lowering the top.
We'll leave it up. There'll be one advantage." He looked round the
corner of the top into the face of his companion, as his hands adjusted
the straps.
"When we get to the fifty-miles-from-the-office stone, which we're
going to do in about five minutes, I can take leave of my bride without
having to observe the landscape except from the front."
"So you're going to take leave of her," observed his passenger. She did

not seem at all disturbed. As the car moved on she drew back her veil
from its position over her face, leaving her head covered only by a
close-fitting motoring bonnet of dark green, from within which her face,
vivid with the colouring born of many days driving with and without
veils, met without flinching the spatter of rain the fitful April wind sent
drifting in under the edge of the top. Her black eyelashes caught the
drops and held them.
"Yes, I'm going to say good-bye to her at that stone," repeated Burns.
"She's been the joy of my life for two weeks, and I'll never forget her.
But she couldn't stand for the change of conditions we're going to find
the minute we strike the old place. It's only my wife who can face
those."
"If the bride is to be left behind, I suppose the bridegroom will stay
with her? Together, they'll not be badly off."
Burns laughed. "Ye gods! Is that what I've been--a bridegroom? I'm
glad I didn't realize it; it would have made me act queerer than I have.
Well, it's been a happy time--a gloriously happy time, but--"
He paused and looked down at her for an instant, rather as if he
hesitated to say what was in his mind. He did not know that he had
already said it.
But she knew it, and she smiled at him, understanding--and
sympathizing. "But you are glad you are on your way back to your
work," said she. "So am I."
He drew a relieved breath. "Bless you," said he. "I'm glad you are--if
it's true. It's only that I'm so refreshed by this wonderful fortnight that
I--well--I want to go to work again--work with all my might. I feel as if
I could do the best work of my life. That doesn't mean that I don't dread
to see the first patient, for I do. Whoever he is, I hate the sight of him!
Can you understand?"
She nodded. "It will be like the first plunge into cold water. But once
in--"

"That's it. Of course, if he happened to be lying on my lawn, all
mangled