dim, "there's wan annyway, and Margaret French is the first two
letters of her name."




CHAPTER VIII

THE PRICE OF VENGEANCE



Dr. Wright's telephone rang early next morning. The doctor was
prompt to respond. His practice had not yet reached the stage that
rendered the telephone a burden. His young wife stood beside him,
listening with eager hope in her wide-open brown eyes.

"Yes," said the doctor. "Oh, it's you. Delighted to hear your ring."
"No, not so terribly. The rush doesn't begin till later in the day."
"Not at all. What can I do for you?" "Certainly, delighted."
"What? Right away?" "Well, say within an hour."

"Who is it?" asked his wife, as the doctor hung up the phone.
"A new family?"

"No such luck," replied the doctor. "This has been a frightfully
healthy season. But the spring promises a very satisfactory
typhoid epidemic."

"Who is it?" said his wife again, impatiently.