The star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1908-1909, 1908-04-06
Continued From Saturday,

Continued From Saturday,
''The workers here receive the benefits
their position gives them without being
considered paupers. The hospital is a
place in which only the sick belonging
to the Arundale mandatory are
nursed. It is not a poorhouse."
Patty turned round suddenly when
she heard these words. and found her
self face to face with Mr.. Schippheim.
1t was the first time the master had
ever spoken to her, and his tone and
manner, though kind, awed her some
what, and she dropped her Eyes and
colored up without answering.
MAJ Schippheim went on:
Il am sorry, my child, that you
should have mistaken the nature of the
institution which has been formed sole
~ to minister to the requirements of
those who are ailing. Suppose you
walk dow there now with me and see
if your grandmother is not very COM
fortable.'
with you, sir!" and Patty. though
she raised her eyes and glanced just
one moment at Mr.. Schlppheim, grew
even more crimson than she was be-
fore.
He saw her confusion and without
further words led the way for her to
follow him downstairs out of the
women's workshop into the street. and
many were the eyes that looked round
in utter surprise as they saw these
two together.
Meanwhile very few words were
spoken by either Mr.. Schippheim or
Patty as they walked along at a brisk
pace, but it struck the master tina she
was a very tidy, clean-looking girl.
Whether he thought Patty the pref
tiest as we'll as the tidiest girl in Arun-
dale was a subject on which he did
not allow his mind to dwell.
Mr.. Schippheim, on inquiring how and
where the old woman was, was not al
together sorry to find that she had
been placed alone. He felt a sort of
sympathy for the mute proud sorrow
of the girl by whose side he had walked
through the streets of Arundale, and
he felt that it would be some comfort
TO her to know that her occasional min
istrations by the bedside of her aged
relative would not be watched by the
inquisitive eyes of strangers.
Had he been asked for an explanation
of his conduct at that moment, he
NOuiu HdNt Ipiu the QucGlSI that he
was inipelled to it by a mere love of
psychological study. Patty. blunted
and rendered cold and hard by the
news of her grandmother's sudden in
disposition reused his attention, and he
would fain see to what his somewhat
unusual bias would tend.
Mr.. Schippheim did not profess to
care for pretty faces, still the chances
q pa hu n al Loo CT n t-aro froIx, ;,oH,,1-.o1
by them.
When Patty reached the door of the
ward where her grandmother was living,
she stopped and leaned for a second or
two against the wall, as though she
almost dreaded to enter.
Mr.. Schlppheim took her little WELL |
formed hand stained as it was by the
work in which she had been engaged
and led her forward to the bed.
Then for the first time did Patty cry
out in her deep grief as she threw her.
self on her knees beside her uncon-
scious grandmother and burst into a
flood of tears.
"Oh. my poor old Granny, what shall
I make O. life without We. You have
been kind and good to me, and I've
loved you with all my heart-that /
have she calculated between her sobs.
AS she saw her Granny lying there the
petty jars and tiresome temper which
had, at times, created discord between
them, were alike forgotten. All Patty
remembered at that moment was that
she was about to lose her forever, and
that a lonesome path lay before her.
Grief is always selfish, aye is it; if it
did not rend our own heartstrings it
would cease to be grief. And Patty's
were rent that day as she looked at
that pickering wellspent lifehame and
wondered, as she repeated over and
over again:
what will [ make o. life without
ye?"
All her ambitious dreams, for the
IN at all events. had faded. and
before the awesomenes Of death she
felt as helpless as the babe she was
when years ago she chung to old Gran
ny's hand to guide her first tottering
steps across the room.
Yet old Granny could not have been
of much further assistance to Patty
had she not been called to seek her rest.
1t was only in imagination, feVered by
excitement. hat Patty could have be-
lieved in her directing power; still, the
wrench was none the less real because
the actual loss Patty would sustain
did not exist as completely as she
thought for the moment.
She had no one on earth to love
but querulous old Granny. no future
to look forward to but that which she
should make or mar for herself; and
that horizon where the sun was family
rising across the waste was so far off
that Patty's vision, blinded by grief,
could scarcely distinguish it, as she
murmured softly owe and over to her
self;
mot a friend-not a friend in the
world but Granny"
No, not ven when a hand was laid
on her shoulder, and a voice said in
kindly accents:
do not fret. my girl; you shall never
want a friend"
Patty looked up and met the soft eyes
of Sister Lucy, the matron Of the hos