Title:  ‘Doc.’  Gordon

Author:  Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman

Illustrator:  Frank T. Merrill

Release Date:  April 24, 2005 [EBook #15695]

Language:  English

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“Doc.”  Gordon

By

MARY E. WILKINS-FREEMAN

Author of

“The Debtor,” “A Humble Romance,” “The Heart’s Highway,” “Pembroke,” Etc.

Illustrated in Water-Colors by FRANK T. MERRILL

Copyright, 1906, by Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman

H.L.  Moore
special edition,
For Sale exclusively by us in Rahway, N.J.

New York and London
the authors and newspapers association
1906

Copyright, 1906, by
Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman.

Entered at Stationers’ Hall.  All rights reserved.

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“DOC.”  GORDON

CHAPTER I

It was very early in the morning, it was scarcely dawn, when the young man started upon a walk of twenty-five miles to reach Alton, where he was to be assistant to the one physician in the place, Doctor Thomas Gordon, or as he was familiarly called, “Doc.”  Gordon.  The young man’s name was James Elliot.  He had just graduated, and this was to be his first experience in the practice of his profession of medicine.  He was in his twenties.  He was small, but from the springiness of his gait and the erectness of his head he gave an impression of height.  He was very good-looking, with clearly-cut features, and dark eyes, in which shone, like black diamonds, sparks of mischief.  They were honest eyes, too.  The young fellow was still sowing his wild oats, but more with his hands than with his soul.  He was walking because of a great amount of restless energy; he fairly revelled in stretching his legs over the country road in the keen morning air.  The train service between Gresham, his home place, and Alton was very bad, necessitating two changes