The Marrow of Tradition by Charles W. (Charles Waddell) Chesnutt
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as they have made in Wellington, the problem would be well on the way
toward solution." "Wellington?" exclaimed Dr. Burns. "That's where I'm going. A Dr. Price, of Wellington, has sent for me to perform an operation on a child's throat. Do you know Dr. Price?" "Quite well," replied Miller, "he is a friend of mine." "So much the better. I shall want you to assist me. I read in the Medical Gazette, the other day, an account of a very interesting operation of yours. I felt proud to number you among my pupils. It was a remarkable case--a rare case. I must certainly have you with me in this one." "I shall be delighted, sir," returned Miller, "if it is agreeable to all concerned." Several hours were passed in pleasant conversation while the train sped rapidly southward. They were already far down in Virginia, and had stopped at a station beyond Richmond, when the conductor entered the car. "All passengers," he announced, "will please transfer to the day coaches ahead. The sleeper has a hot box, and must be switched off here." Dr. Burns and Miller obeyed the order, the former leading the way into the coach immediately in front of the sleeping-car. "Let's sit here, Miller," he said, having selected a seat near the rear |
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