Smyrna times., 1905-02-01

Into those luminous brown eyes and
read the truth.
On the fifth day after he arrived at
the hospital she received letter:
Dear Madam-Mr. Grimm has re-
ceived word that his nephew, John
Stanton, is confined to your hospital
with typhoid fever. He requests that
you spare no expense to make him
comfortable and to bring about his ul-
innate recovery. Kindly render a
weekly statement to Mr.. Grimm and
notify him if we can ship anything
that will make John more comfortable
or that will expedite his recovery"
The signature was the name of Mr..
Grimm's secretary
Miss Kent laid down the letter and
trowned at an engraving of Esculapius
which hung over her desk. She could
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 could
also see-and the memory of that sight
brought a queer choking sensation in
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. 1t seemed as if 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 trifling 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 in the chair
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'll wager she's
forty-five and wears corkscrew curls.'
Young Stanton had been carried out
on the convalescents' porch. He was
waiting for his uncle, who had gone
down to White Sulphur Springs for q
weeks stay. Il say, governor" he said
when Mr.. Grimm had finished his ac.
count of his trip, don't you think we
could fix it 50 that Miss Kent could
have a little vacation? She looks aw
fully tired. l think we could fix it or
the score that need her to take care
of me on the trip"
Henry Grimm looked up at the
mountains. They were calm and stead
fast. like Marion Kent. He rose sud
denly.