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Title: 'Doc.' Gordon

Author: Mary E. Wilkins-Freeman

Illustrator: Frank T. Merrill

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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_.

Composition and Electrotyping by
J.J. Little & Co.
Printed and bound by
Manhattan Press, New York.

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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 th