" The word "eugenics" had not
been coined as yet, but like all wise physicians the doctor believed in
the idea. It made his heart rejoice to watch the budding affection of
these normal, healthy young people. And he knew the magic of the violin.
And so they waltzed on to their heart's content in the large dining-room
of the hotel at Graniteville. At midnight, the feathery snow began to
fall, insuring several other blissful nights. Between dances they looked
out of doors and windows; when the drifts buried the whole first story
of the hotel, the warmth of that great bare room seemed even more
genial.
"The lamps shone o'er fair women and brave men--
Soft eyes look'd love to eyes which spake again,
And all went merry as a marriage bell."
When refreshments were served, so pleased was the doctor with his young
friends' pleasure, that he drew them aside to tell them a bit of his
family history.
"My family," said the doctor, "lived for many generations in Ayrshire,
Scotland, neighbors to the family of Robert Burns. And, like the poet's
people, they were very poor. No wonder! The poor man has no chance in
the old country.
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