Rathby. "But of course I understand. I have a
mixture that some singers have used with good effect. I'll try it on
you. You can use it several times to-night, and on your way to
rehearsal stop in at my office in the morning, and I'll swab out your
throat. That may help some."
"Oh, thank you, Doctor. You don't know what this means to me. I--I
feel better already."
"I'm afraid it's only temporary relief," returned the physician. "But
there. Don't worry. Get that filled and see what effect it has. Then
come and see me in the morning."
He wrote the prescription and hurried away, nodding to the girls.
"I'll get it filled," offered Ruth, and she could hardly keep back a
sigh as she looked at the scanty supply of money in the household
purse. As she was going out to the drug store she met Russ in the
hallway.
"Is he any better?" the young moving picture operator asked.
"I think so," answered Ruth. "But isn't it too bad? Just when
everything looked so bright."
"Oh, well, it will come out all right, I'm sure," spoke Russ. "Don't
you want to come to see our show to-night? We've got some fine
pictures.
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