Dr. Red Pepper -- of the flaming hair and teh sunny smile and the understanding of human hearts -- returns in this delightful story centering around a hospital romance. Clean, wholesome, charming--and sure of a warm reception.
d 'tactful' methods, you'll have to go to some other man. What I mean by asking you that one is to prove to you that though you may have something to do, you have no job to work at. As it happens you haven't even what most other rich men have, the trouble of looking after your income--and as long as your father lives you won't have it. I understand that; he won't let you. But there's a man with a job--your father. And he likes it so well he won't share it with you. It isn't the money he values, it's the job. And collecting books or curios or coins can never be made to take the place of good, downright hard work."
"That may be all true," acknowledged Coolidge, "but it has nothing to do with my present trouble. My leisure was not what--" He paused, as if he could not bear to discuss the subject of his marital unhappiness.
The telephone bell in the outer office rang sharply. An instant later Miss Mathewson knocked, and gave a message to Burns. He read it, nodded, said "Right away," and turned back