Beyond the Forest Page #3

My name's Carol.

- Moose's daughter.

Moose's daughter?

Carol Lawson.

Well this is something!

Something pretty

wonderful, I think!

Why did you keep her

a secret so long, Moose?

It's no secret. I always knew I

had a real father somewhere.

I ran away and left her.

Imagine that.

And by the time he started

to look for us again,

My mother had divorced

him and remarried.

And now that I've found him,

that's all that matters.

What about staying for supper?

This calls for a celebraton.

- What do you say, Carol?

- I'd love to stay!

I'll tell Jenny. I'll put

this inside for you.

- Should we have a drink?

- That would be fine.

- A nice, tall Tom Collins!

- Well...count me out, Lew!

Thank you!

Sit here. We've got a lot

of lost time to make up.

Oh...better make a

fruit salad, it's so hot.

You want that Chicken la King

business served on toast?

But I showed you the picture

in the magazine, didn't I?

How can I see if there's

toast under all that goo?

It's fun being a

horse-and-buggy doctor!

Forgetting I wanted

to be a specialist...

You know, the sort of

fellow who says,

"No, no, no, not the entire throat,

"tonsils exclusively,

only the left one!"

Then one semester an old Austrian

professor came to lecture.

I think I remember almost

every word he said:

"My children, never despise

a General Practitioner.

He's like a farmer who takes

care of the seed, the soil,

and the crops, the food of Man.

The specialist is like a

horticulturist who nurses

hothouse flowers for

ladies' corsages.

I decided then and

there I was a farmer.

Sure, a hick doctor!

There's a big trend now,

back to General Practice.

Even in the cities.

People seem to feel that

the good old family doctor

was able to combine Medicine

with a bit of Psychiatry.

That's right. You not only know

what they get, but why they get it.

Like the other day, when I saw

that young Mrs. Reynolds

with a rash on her face.

I said to myself,

"I bet that girl's mother-in-law's

in town for a visit.

"She doesn't dare rebel openly,

so she gets a rash on her face!"

Step up, ladies and gents,

and listen to Dr. Moline:

The people's friend, the town's

do-gooder. It's all free.

Thanks Rosa. I guess

I have been spouting.

Lew, I haven't heard you

sound off like that for years.

We all kid ourselves. I suppose

I build a lot of big theories

about how good it is to

be a country doctor, because

I'm not good enough

for anything else.

Well, if we're all through, let's

get away from these dirty dishes.

Suppose you let me help

you clear the table.

Jenny will do it. Jenny!

Oh, Carole...Have you got

that picture you showed me?

The one with us all together?

Right in my pocket!

There you go stacking them again!

Lewis, you forgot to

pull down the shade!

What's the matter?

I tried to pull down the shade

and it flew out of my hand

and it's all tangled up!

I'll fix it.

I don't know how you can sleep

with that light in your eyes!

I didn't want those cheap

old shades anyway!

I wanted venetian blinds.

All the houses in magazines

have venetian blinds!

Well, maybe next year you

can have venetian blinds.

This year we're lucky

to have the house!

I don't want them next year.

I might be dead next year!

Lewis...Lewis I've just got

to get away for awhile!

I want to go to Chicago

and buy some clothes.

Some decent clothes

and have some fun!

But why all of a sudden in

the middle of the night?

Why Chicago?

Why not?

It's the nearest big city!

Lewis, I've just got to have

300 or 400 dollars!

Rosa, you know if I had 300 or 400

dollars you'd be welcome to it.

You have that much owing you from

those chiselling patients of yours!

- They can't pay!

They pay their mortgages,

don't they?

They pay the grocer cash.

And the mail order houses don't

send things on credit!

Rosa, I have to expect that.

If they thought they had to lay

out the money cash on the line,

they wouldn't call me!

Always a stall. Wait, wait, wait.

When I think of the things I want,

it's like how your stomach feels

when it hasn't any food in it!

Rosa...

You mustn't work

yourself up like this.

Tonight at supper I was talking

about that old professor of mine.

Remember how a doctor

has to be sort of a gardener?

Well, the patient has

to be sort of one too.

Know what to destroy

and what to cultivate.

I'm afraid you're not

a very good gardener.

You seem bent on destroying the

flowers and cultivating the weeds!

Give yourself a chance, Rosa!

If a man whipped a dog

the way you whip yourself,

he'd land in jail.

Lewis, I was thinking.

Maybe I could manage on 200.

- Good morning, boys!

- Morning, Doc.

I see where they're putting up

a new ball park in Ashwood.

You know that's something we've

been needing for a long time?

Rosa!

Here's the money you

went begging for.

If you take it, don't come back!

"Neil K. Latimer".

Michigan 3126...

Operator...

Michigan 3126.

Hello?

I want to speak to Mr. Latimer,

Mr. Neil Latimer.

I'll give you his secretary.

No, I don't want to

speak to his secretary...

I'm sorry, it's routine.

Mr. Latimer's secretary...

I want to speak to Mr. Latimer.

Who's calling?

Mrs. Moline, Rosa Moline.

May I have your number, please?

Lakewater Hotel.

He can't be disturbed now.

I'll have to call you back.

I'll wait right here until he calls.

Operator...

This is Mrs. Moline again in 806.

Are you sure there hasn't

been a call for me?

Sorry. There hasn't been

any call for you.

342 LaSalle...

Thank you.

Look, I made a special

trip to Chicago.

- Yes, I understand. - Would

you take care of these, please.

Oh Miss Elliott...This lady says

she wants to see Mr. Latimer.

Oh, you're Neil's secretary.

I'm Mrs. Moline, remember?

I left a message with you.

Mr. Latimer's been very busy. He

hasn't asked for any of his calls.

I've quite a list of them.

Well now I'm here,

I want to see him.

I'm afraid that would be rather

difficult without an appointment.

If you tell him I'm here,

he'll see me.

- Oh Miss Elliott...

- Yes.

I brought those photographs.

The ones Mr. Latimer

asked about yesterday?

I'm afraid I can't send

them into him right now,

but I think I know

the ones he wants.

If you'll just come in here we'll

run through them.

Good afternoon,

Latimer Enterprises...

Yes sir, one moment please.

Latimer Enterprises.

One moment.

Latimer Enterprises?

No sir, this is the operator.

Just one moment, I'll

connect you with Miss Elliott.

- She must think I'm dead!

- Thank you very much.

I was wondering if

you thought I was dead...

Oh Mrs. Moline, I was

just coming to tell you

that Mr. Latimer is

gone for the day.

Gone? I don't believe it!

I'm terribly sorry.

But I've been sitting out

there all afternoon.

I would have seen him go.

He left by his private entrance.

I didn't know it myself until

just a few minutes ago.

Oh.

"He can't be that busy,

it's just a stall!"

"He's harder to see

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