Evening journal., 1905-02-01
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The signature was the name Of Mr..
Grimm's secretary.
Miss Kent laid down the letter and
frowned at an engravinrof Esculapius
which hung over her desS She coulc
see the man OF business in his richly
appointed office turning from his tele-
phone long enough to give the secre-
tary some curt directions. She couid
also see-and the memory Of t>at sight
brought a queer choking sensation I'm
her throat-Jack Stanton's eager face
each day when the mail was being dis
tributed.
ANY line from the governor?"
Marion Kent gave the mail to an
other nurse to distribute, and then she
sat down TO her desk. 1t took her a
long time to frame the letter she had
decided to write. She wrote it in lead
pencil, erasing and interlining, and then
copied It. She set the stamp upon the
envelope with triumphant uplifting Of
her head Something told her that this
letter would make Henry Grimm, bach
elor, think.
1t did. When he had read It the first
time he showed back his chair from his
rich mahogany desk and stared through
the window where the joyous spring
sunlight was dancing on the roofs Of
skyscrapers. II seemed as IL a sudden
new light had flooded the eyrie in
which Henry Grimm had been content
at the game of making money and
more money. He read the letter again.
Then he laid IT down and leaned back
In his chair. 1t was a womanly letter,
but It carried a certain force of char
acter in every gentle phrase. And aft
er reading it the third time Henry
Grimm wrote to his nephew. He did
not even dictate the letter to his Sec
retary, but wrote It long hand. Oddly
enough, at the same hour the very next
morning he found himself at the same
desk. The answers to these letters
came in her handwriting, but they bub-
bled over with boyish expressions OF
the patient to whom the mail hour was
now the happiest Of the day.
Then the tenor Of the letters changed.
There were only daily reports from
Miss Kent setting forth the trifing va
riatiOns OF temperature and respira-
tions. Young Stanton was wandering
in the land Of delirium.
1t was only natural that Miss Kent
should write a few words Of comfort
to the now anxious man and equally
natural that he should watch for those
daily crumbs Of comfort, but his secre-
tary was amazed when the man Of af-
fairs suddenly announced that he was
going south. Miss Kent had written
that they expected the crisis in forty
eight hours.
Mr.. Grimm leaned back I'm the chail
Of the parlor car and closed his eyes
"Of course he will get well. He's been
keeping up this gait ever since his first
degree of measles. 1t is foolish Of me
to chase down there" Then he added
quite inconsequently, "I'Il wager she's
forty-tive and wears corkscrew curls.'
Young Stanton had been carried ou
on the convalescents' porch. He was
) waiting for his uncle, who had gon'
| down to White Sulphur Springs for
] weeks stay. Il say, governor" he sal,
when Mr.. Grimm had finished his ac
! count OF his trip, don't you think w
could fix it so that Miss Kent coult
, have little vacation? She looks aw
: fully tired. I think we could fix It Of
the score that 1 need her to Ike car
, OF me on the trip"
I Henry Grimm looked up at tn
mountains. They were calm and stead
+ fast, like Marion Kent. He rose sud
I denly.
n Yes. l win ask her now. think
= need her myself"