The pioneer express. [volume] (Pembina, Dakota [N.D.]) 1883-1928, 1908-03-20
| The Honor of
/ Nurse Joyce


as he could see. still wore the aspect
of death. Lord Meldon. now outward.
ly at least his impassive self again,
waited with Impotence for the doc.
tors arrival.
A quarter of an hour passed. and
Lady Sisterson, who had recovered
from her swoon. came stealing in; she
looked i'll, but her eyes had the light of
hope in them.
Il hear that he is alive she whis-
pered to Lord Meldon, but as she gaz-
ed at Sir John, lying SO rigid and
deathlike, her heart sank. HAS a
doctor not come yet?" she asked.
There was faint tap at the door
while she was speaking, and the butler
ushered into the chamber a young,
clean-shaven man. who announced he
was surgeon, and that his name was
Reginald Flint. His appearance was
singular, for he had a paid. unwhole-
some looking face. out of which CLEAN.
ed small but unnaturally bright eyes,
and he was somewhat shabbily dress
ed. Lord Mellon did not like him, but
soon saw that he knew his business.
At the request of the surgeon he and
Lady Sisterson withdrew.
AS they were walking slowly in
silence to the room where they had
talked of Sir Johns peerage. they
were met by Maxwell Sisterson. the
only son of Sir John and Lady Sister.
son. About twenty-eight years of age,
tall, fair, and handsome, he had much
the same nature as his mother. but
money was his god of gods. He had
early made reputation as hard.
capable man of business, and was al
ready practically the head of the ag-
generation of Sisterson companies at
home and abroad, whose chief Office
was in London. He had been told by
telephone what had happened, and
had motored in hot haste to Hans
Square, but with better fortune than
Sir John.
How is father?" he asked, in slow,
distinct voice; he was quite calm and
collected.
We can't tell yet" replied his moth
er. but he is being examined by
surgeon at this moment. We must
wait and hope for the best, Maxwell
He is at least alive-the chauffeur was
killed on the spot. Isn't it terrible
terrible?" and she wrung her hands.
Can see him." The question was
put in tones that were free from eager
ness or excitement.
I'VE must wait, Maxwell. Lord Mel
oh t,1rn RI
man. who thought Maxwell showed
himself extraordinarily callous. was
here when the accident happened, and
has been most kind
Pm sure we are most grateful to
you. Lord Meldon," said Maxwell, with
out warmth, in his slow voice.
Not at all-not at ALL" answered
Lord Meldon, with grave politeness.
II should like to wait to hear the doc
tors opinion. which, l trust, will be
very favorable"
He had not long to wait. for present
ly the surgeon was shown into the
room where the three were sitting.
Il am Sir Johns son. said Maxwell,
whom the surgeon saw for the first
time. "How is my father?'
II fear his case is very serious
Very" said Flint. in brisk. unprofcs-
sional way. tiinging out his words fast
in jerky sentences. mo bones brok-
en-; but there may be-there almost
certainly is-grave mischief to the
brain. Concussion-severe - always
highly dangerous Probably internal
injuries. Then the shock. Big, heavy
body. Very serious. How serious i'm
possible to say at present. He may be
unconscious for considerable time
May remain unconscious Nothing can
be done just now. Can't say anything
more. Suppose you have sent for his
own doctor? Quite the right thing,
but specialist necessary"
1t was not hopeful statement, and
the abrupt manner in which it was de-
liverel seemed to make it all the more
gloomy. Lady Sisterson was too alb
sorbed in what he said to notice the
manner in which he spoke. but the
others stared at him. lin amazement.
rs there immediate danger?" asked
Maxwell.
Immediate danger? Perhaps yes,
perhaps no. Think not. Must wait
for awhile. But fear only matter Of
time. HOurs-days-wee Nobody
can tell. Patient should not be left
alone. l must go back to him till his
doctor comes. Left servant in charge"
And without further remark Flint
! darted from the room.
who is that?" asked Maxwell
"One would think he was mad
He was the first medical man who
could be found" replied Lord Meldon
rebukingly.
He's better than none, suppose
said Maxwell, but can we trust his
! opinion? 1 wish smithers would
come"
He has been summoned, believe
said Lord Mellon, rising to 90. II hope
this man may be wrong"
He took an almost affectionate fare
we'll Of Lady Sisterson, for whom he
felt sincerely sorry. but shook hands
somewhat formally with Maxwell
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