The Coconino sun. [volume] (Flagstaff, Ariz.) 1891-1891, 1891-07-04

tress-knew each other she had nov
not the smallest doubt But the tire,
moved VT 10 the next bed, smiling ant
waiting as they went. Presently ST
Kenneth Brandon urged consultation
at the other end OF London at S o'clock
and offered to drive Lady Sibthorp,
back, as she had sent away her car
riago. They wers both rather siieri
as they We're BOWED along Westward
| A few, nights afterward. they met
by accident, at dinner. II was {
brilliant party. Sir Kenneth. in fact,
was delighted, tor he was deputed t.
take Lady Sibthorpe down to dinner
Sir Kenneth had never realized how
devetet ne was to her before And
Set there was an expression In Lady
Sibthorpe's eyes tonight which he had
never seen there, and which he could
not quite understand.
IL see from the papers that SSu
have been In Paris the last few DAYS, y
she said, as they ate their soup. Il
hope You have saved Europe one Of its
ex.erowned headse"
ITO any one but you am pfofes.
sionally tongue-tied," whispered the
doctoR gallantly. Her majesty Is
now out of danger. I was, in fact,
able to leave Paris by the IL train
just In time to dine here tonight.
But haven't opened single letter or
telegram.
"And your articles on the hos
pitalsp" said the doctor, bending his
head and smiling at the charming
woman at his side. Il hope you're
going to let us down easily"
"Ahl my article will DO on quite
another question" said Lady
Sibthorpe. II have been curiously
interested in a case which is typical
OF one OF the great problems of mod.
ern society. / have been three times
to the 'Whitechapel' since that day"
Il wish to heaven you would not
run any such risk! We doctors are
hardened, you know, but there is al
ways the fear Of infection for delicate
women"
But that poor creature-No. go"
"Ah" sighed Sir Kenneth, frown-
ing slightly, as he reached out his
hand toward his champagne glass.
Dear Lady Sibthorpe, those are ter
rible cases. They are cankerous evils.
eating away the very life Of our social
system"
my dear doctor" urged tho lady in
her most delightful drawl, 'you for.
get what Mr.. Lecky says, No. 29, on
the contrary. is the martyr OF civilza-
toni"
Possibly" replied the physician,
dryly, but meanwhile"
Meanwhile the woman has sue
cumbed. She died last night"
There was burst of laughter from
each side of the table. A well known
Q. c. was telling the latest joke. In
the pause that followed Lady Sib-
thorpe studied the menu, and Sir
Kenneth fingered some grapes on his
plate. How much did she know? 1t
seemed to him an eternity before she
spoke again.
II have taken No. go as a typical
case. The woman seemed to be what
we are now agreed to call morally
deficient person. Yet properly
trained and protected, No. 49, might
now be alive, well, and tolerably
useful member Of society. Think of
1t! That pitiable woman was barely
forty"
my dear lady," said Sir Kenneth
slowly, you have probably only heard
half her story. do you really know
anything about her?"
Yes" said Lady Sibthorpe, ab-
ruptly. And, as she looked him
straight between the eyes, the doctor
knew that she was aware Of the whole
story. I'm not sentimental" she
added, with a smile, but I've taken a
fancy to have the wretched creature
1ecently buried-in some little country
She shall rest now-for
good. Shall l undertake the necessary
or would you perhaps
prefer-p"
The ladies were rising to 60. Bran
Ion bowed his head.
IL think would rather see to !
his thing myself"
Nothing more was said. He sat
Down again when they were gone.
staring blankly at the fruit-strewn |
plates and half-drained glasses Her
,rumpled napkin fell across his knees,
and, as it fell. he saw with q shudder.
, vision Of stiff, silent figure in the
hospital mortuary. He could hear
he ladies' silken trains and high-bred
voices as they trailed upstairs. And
he doctor knew that when that suave,
but unrelenting woman had '
passed out of the door, she had also !,
passed finally out Of his life. London