The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-02-11
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and the caddy a very srlafl~ boy"

and the caddy very sr]Ali- boy"
Meningitis story vas interrupted
by the indignant slam of the dining
room door. He was obliged to wait
some time, and even his eternal cheer
fulness was ebbing when he finally got
the hospital.
is DR.. Van Kirk there?" he asked |
Not there? Well, can you tell nc
how the patient is whom DR.. Williams, |
rom Washington, operated on last. |
night? Well, Pm glad of that. Is she
conscious? Do you happen to know |
her name? Yes, I'll hold the line
There was long pause, then Nc
Knights voice:
"Hello-yes. Thank you very much.
Good-by."
He came upstairs, two steps at a
time.
Look here" he said, bursting into
the room, there may be something
in your theory, after all. The womans
name-it may be a coincidence, but
its curious-her name is Sullivan"
What did tell your said, sitting
up suddenly in bed. She's probably
a sister of that scoundrel In lower
seven, and she was afraid Of what he
might do"
well, I'll go there some day soon.
She's not conscious yet. In the mean
time, the only thing ! can do is to
! keep an eye, through detective, on
the people who try to approach Bron'
| son. Wen have the case continued,
anyhow, in the hope that the stolen
notes will sooner or later turn up,
"Confound this arm," said, paying
for my energy with some excruciating
throbs. There's so much to be look
ed after, and here l am, bandaged,
splintered and generally useless It's
beastly shame"
Don't forget that l am here" said
Mcknight pompously. And another
thing when you feel this way just re-
member there are two less desirable
places were you might be. One is
jail, and the other is" He strummed
on an imaginary harp, with devotional
eyes.
But Meningitis light-heartedness
Jared on me that morning. l lay and
frowned under my helplessness. When
i by chance | touched the little gold
bag, it seemed to scorch my fingers.
Richey, finding me unresponsive, left
to keep his luncheon engagement with
Alison West As he clattered down
the stairs, l turned my back to the
morning. sunshine and abandoned my
self to. misery BY what strain on her
frayed nerves was Alison West keep
ing up, I wondered? Under the cir
cumstances. would dare to return
the bag? Knowing that had it,
would she hate me for my knowledge
Or had I exaggerated the Importance
Of the necklace, and IN that case had
she forgotten me already?
, But Mcknight had not gone, after
all. heard him coming back, his
voice preceding him. and l groaned
: with irritation.
Wake up!" he called. Somebody E
sent you a lot of flowers. Please hold
the box, Mrs. Klopton; I'm going out
to be run down by an automobile"
!, l reused to feeble interest. My
, brothers wife is punctilious abou
Q such things; all the new babies in thu
: family have silver rattles, and all ths
: sick people flowers.
!. Mcknight pulled up an armful O
p roses, and held them out to me.
a wonder who they're from?" III
O said, fumbling in the box for a card
A There's no name-yes, here's one"
He held it up and read it with ex
q asperating slowness.
!. BEST wishes for an early recovery
A COMPANION IN MISFORTUNE.'
Il well, what do you know abou
~ that" he exclaimed That's some
" thing you didn't tell me, Lollie."
"a 1T was hardly worth mentioning,
~ said mendacously, with my hear
# beating until could hear it. She ha
not forgotten, after all.
Mcknight took bud and fastene
n it in Lis buttonhole. I'm afraid ! wa
W not especially pleasant about it. The
were her roses, and anyhow, they Wer
p. meant for me. Richey left very sc0l
! with an irritating final grin at tn
/ box.
z "Good-by, sir woman-hater' b
y ieored at me from the door.
n So he wore one Of the roses 81
! had sent me. to luncheon with inc
and iav back among my pillows an
Il tried TO rene be- that it WAS r.
al game anyhow, and that ! wasn't eve
4 drawing cards. To remember that, ar
to forge, The broken necklace uad
I my head!