The Doctor : a Tale of the Rockies

The Doctor : a Tale of the
Rockies

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Title: The Doctor A Tale Of The Rockies
Author: Ralph Connor
Release Date: June 3, 2006 [EBook #3242]
Language: English
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THE DOCTOR
A TALE OF THE ROCKIES
By Ralph Connor

CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I.
THE OLD STONE MILL
II. THE DAUGHTER OF THE MANSE
III. THE RAISING
IV. THE DANCE
V. THE NEW TEACHER
VI. THE YOUNG DOCTOR
VII. THE GOOD CHEER DEPARTMENT
VIII. BEN'S GANG
IX. LOVE'S TANGLED WAYS
X. FOR A LADY'S HONOUR
XI. IOLA'S CHOICE
XII. HE THAT LOVETH HIS LIFE
XIII. A MAN THAT IS AN HERETIC REJECT
XIV. WHOSOEVER LOOKETH UPON A WOMAN
XV. THE SUPERINTENDENT'S METHODS
XVI. THE CHALLENGE OF DEATH

XVII. THE FIGHT WITH DEATH
XVIII. THE MEDICAL SUPERINTENDENT OF THE CROW'S
NEST
XIX. THE LADY OF KUSKINOOK
XX. UNTIL SEVENTY TIMES SEVEN
XXI. TO WHOM HE FORGAVE MOST
XXII. THE HEART'S REST
XXIII. THE LAST CALL
XXIV. FOR LOVE'S SAKE

THE DOCTOR

I
THE OLD STONE MILL
There were two ways by which one could get to the Old Stone Mill.
One, from the sideroad by a lane which, edged with grassy,
flower-decked banks, wound between snake fences, along which
straggled irregular clumps of hazel and blue beech, dogwood and thorn
bushes, and beyond which stretched on one side fields of grain just
heading out this bright June morning, and on the other side a long strip
of hay fields of mixed timothy and red clover, generous of colour and
perfume, which ran along the snake fence till it came to a potato patch
which, in turn, led to an orchard where the lane began to drop down to
the Mill valley.
At the crest of the hill travellers with even the merest embryonic
aesthetic taste were forced to pause. For there the valley with its sweet

loveliness lay in full view before them. Far away to the right, out of an
angle in the woods, ran the Mill Creek to fill the pond which brimmed
gleaming to the green bank of the dam. Beyond the pond a sloping
grassy sward showed green under an open beech and maple woods. On
the hither side of the pond an orchard ran down hill to the water's edge,
and at the nearer corner of the dam, among a clump of ancient willows,
stood the Old Stone Mill, with house attached, and across the mill yard
the shed and barn, all neat as a tidy housewife's kitchen. To the left of
the mill, with its green turf-clad dam and placid gleaming pond,
wandered off green fields of many shading colours, through which ran
the Mill Creek, foaming as if enraged that it should have been even for
a brief space paused in its flow to serve another's will. Then, beyond
the many-shaded fields, woods again, spruce and tamarack, where the
stream entered, and maple and beech on the higher levels. That was one
way to the mill, the way the farmers took with their grist or their oats
for old Charley Boyle to grind.
The other way came in by the McKenzies' lane from the Concession
Line, which ran at right angles to the sideroad. This was a mere foot
path, sometimes used by riders who came for a bag of flour or meal
when the barrel or bin had unawares run low. This path led through the
beech and maple woods to the farther end of the dam, where it divided,
to the right if one wished to go to the mill yard, and across the dam if
one wished to reach the house. From any point of view the Old Stone
Mill, with its dam and pond, its surrounding woods and fields and
orchard, made a picture of rare loveliness, and suggestive of deep
fulness of peace. At least, the woman standing at the dam, where the
shade of the willows fell, found it so. The beauty, the quiet of the scene,
rested her; the full sweet harmony of those many voices in which
Nature pours forth herself on a summer day, stole in upon her heart and
comforted her. She was a woman of striking appearance. Tall and
straight she stood, a figure full of strength; her dark face stamped with
features that bespoke her Highland ancestry, her black hair shot with
silver threads, parting in waves over her forehead; her