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   A Sight That Approaches Heaven Itself

PART ONE


     Dr Paul Martin slunk down the stairs with slow, heavy steps. His
gray head hung down, shoulders sagging, he carried his black medical bag
like a stone. Adam rose slightly stiff and leaned against the velvet
chair near the stair case. Adam met Dr Martin with a dark expression,
one eyebrow raised quizzically; he said... nothing  Dr Martin looked
sadly with eyes clouded over from son to son. Hoss, near the fire place,
his forehead beading sweat, waited hopefully for the doctor to speak.
Joe paced, his nose flared anxiously. Hoss spoke up for all of them
"Well doc, we want to hear it, straight out."
Dr Martin spoke through gritted teeth. "Your father has had a huge blow
to his ego, boys." Adam waited pensively for the rest. "I'm afraid there
is no cure!" The only thing I can suggest is that you boys will have to
pay my enormous medical bill and indulge your father's last wishes."
Adam injected darkly "And if we don't? What's the consequences?" "Well,
boys he could suffer more and his delicate mental state
could drive him over the edge." "What would be the worst in your
opinion, doctor?" Adam insisted . Joe's eyes misted over as he listened
intently, his lips quivering. Hoss placed his mighty arm around his
little brother.
"Well, if I were a man suffering from a huge blow to my ego and if I
were your Pa, I'd throw you all out of this big, cushy house right on
your keisters and have you fend for yourselves." Hoss' eyes lit up like
a Christmas tree as visions of a bachelor pad came to mind. "Exactly
what might send our Pa over the edge, doc?" Hoss asked curiously. "Well,
Hoss, in your case it would be spending a million dollars for violin
lessons at the Vienna Conservatory of Smaltz" Hoss grinned, a vision of
playing the entire Lawrence Welk library for Pa replete with champagne
bubbles danced before his eyes.
Doc Martin solicited the brothers help.
"If you want your Pa to recover, there's a couple things you'll have to
do. First, do anything he asks. Failing might cause more serious harm to
his ego and another thing, boys..." the doctor paused dramaticaly
"...don't call him Pa. He wants to be called "ducky" Dr Martin looked
from one to the other then walked to the door.
"I'll be back to check on your Pa and leave you my huge bill."

   Adam sighed leaning heavily against the blue chair. Hoss rubbed his
hands together gleefully mentally creating a want ad which read
...wanted : bunnies for Gerby Royale Hotel apply within. Costumes
provided. A tear trickled down Joe's cheek as he whispered "Pa"


   Pa, lying fitfully in his bed, dressed handsomely in his burgundy
satin lapel robe, called his sons to him one by one.
"Adam, son, I'm counting on you to help me carry out my plan"
"Hoss, you've never let me down, I know you'll do as I ask."
"Joe, Joe, my pride and joy. It's up to you, too, to carry the flag for
the Ponderosa."
Joe was overcome. "You know I will, Pa" he cried.


   Two weeks later...somewhere near Texas

   The Cartwrights came upon the Four H Ranch

   Like their Pa asked them to do, the four Cartwrights strode shoulder
to shoulder, carrying the flag for the Ponderosa walking proudly, naked
as the day they were born.
"Sons, you know I always wanted daughters. Now's our chance to fulfill a
dream! Sons! Go forth and multiply!"

Pa put his arm around Adam's manly shoulders "Adam, use your head well,
son and erect a Cartwright dynasty."
Pa drew his arm around Hoss' broad, manly shoulders. "Hoss, you have a
big heart. Let your love grow."
Pa hugged Joe's handsome shoulders
"Joe, carry the name of Cartwright high, son"



     to be continued...


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