Red Pepper Burns | Page 7

three minutes?" he inquired, coming forward. Miss Mathewson, aware of the shortness of time, vanished.
"Give me something for his headache, please," replied the young person in white promptly. Schedules and engagements were in R. P. Burns's eyes also; they looked at her without appearing to see her at all. To this she was not accustomed and it displeased her.
"Was it too severe for him to come himself?"
"Much too severe. He has gone to bed with it."
"Mrs. Chester closely attending him?"
"Certainly - or I shouldn't be here." The eyes of the Chesters' guest sparkled. Something about the cool tone of this question displeased her still more.
"Tell him to get up and go out and walk a mile, breathing deep all the way."
"No medicine?"
"Not a grain. He ought to know better than to ask."
"He does, I think. He suggested that possibly if I asked - But I see for myself how that wouldn't make the slightest difference."
"I'm glad your perceptions are so acute," replied Burns gravely.
"Are the three minutes up?" asked the caller.
He looked at his watch. "I think not quite. Is there anything of importance to fill the one remaining?"
"Nothing whatever - except to mention your fee." The guest receded gracefully from the door.
"If the patient will follow directions I'll ask no fee. If he doesn't I'll exact one when I see him again. Forgive my haste, Miss - Halstead?"
"Hempstead," corrected the caller crisply. "Don't mention it, Doctor - Brown. Good night."
The Chesters' guest lingered on the porch before going in to report the failure of her mission. She was still lingering there when the Green Imp, carrying no open-shirted mechanic, but a properly clothed professional gentleman and a severely dressed professional lady, whirled away down the drive.
"He really was going somewhere in a hurry, then," admitted the guest. "In which case I can't be quite so offended. I wonder if that nurse enjoys her trips with him - when his mouth doesn't happen to be shut like a steel trap."
If she could have seen the pair on the train which presently bore them flying away across the state, she would hardly have envied either of them. Between abstraction on the one side and reserve an the other, they exchanged less conversation than two strangers might have done. When Miss Mathewson's eyes drooped with weariness her companion made her as comfortable as he could and bade her rest. His own eyes were untouched by slumber: he stared straight before him or out into the night, seeing nothing but a white farmhouse far ahead, where his anxious thoughts were waiting for his body to catch up.
"Are they much sick, Zeke?."
"Wal, I dunno hardly, Red. - You goin' to drive? They're pretty lively, them blacks. Ain't used to comin' to the station at two o'clock in the mornin'. Your ma's been worryin' about your pa for a consid'able spell, and now that she's took down so severe herself he's gone to pieces some. Miss Ellen'll be glad to see you."
The blacks covered the mile from the station as they had never covered it before, and Burns was in the house five minutes before they had expected him.
"Mother, here's your big boy. - Dad, here I am - here's Red. Bless your hearts -you wanted me, didn't you?"
They could hardly tell him how they had wanted him, but he saw it in their faces.
"I've got to take the four o'clock back - worse luck! - for some operations I can't postpone. But between now and then I'm going to look you over and set you straight, and I'll be back again in two days if you need me. Now for it. Mother first. Come here, Aunt Ellen, and tell me all about her."
R. P. Burns, M.D., had never been quicker nor more thorough at examination of a pair of patients than with these. He went straight at them both, each in the presence of the other, Miss Mathewson capably assisting. With his most professional air he asked his questions, applied his trained senses to the searching tests made of special organs, and gave directions for future treatment. Then he sat back and looked at them.
"Do I appear worried about her, Dad?"
"Why, you don't seem to, Red."
"Miss Mathewson, should you gather from my appearance that I am consumed with anxiety?"
"I think you seem very much relieved, Doctor Burns."
"Mother, as you look at Dad over on the couch there, does he strike you as appearing like a frightfully sick man?"
Mrs. Burns smiled faintly in the direction of the couch, but her eyes came immediately back to her son's. "He seems a good deal better since you came, Redfield."
"There's not a thing the matter with either of you except what can be fixed up in a week. You've got scared to death about each other, and that's