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LONESOME HILL
John Dale stumbled into the room, his arms full of wood, and an old dog, lying before the fireplace, thumped his tail against the floor with diminishing vigor.
She arose. "I'll get you a bite to eat, Doctor."
"Never mind! I must be going." He made a sign to Dale, who followed to the gate.
"John, I've been calling here a long time"
"I know I ought to pay somethin '," Dale started to say.
"It isn't that—I've just diagnosed the case; only one man can cure it."
"Would he—on credit?" Dale anxiously inquired.
"He never charges." Johnston smiled sorrowfully at the old man's despair.
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