The Hawaiian star. [volume] (Honolulu [Oahu]) 1893-1912, 1911-08-19
By 4. G. PAINE.

lights burned low in the accident
ward. At the table in the corner the
night nurse was preparing bandages
At the same table the young doctor
whose night off it was sat writing
up his ambulance report. He had
left it until his return, so as not TO
be late for the theater. After time
he rose, turned off the green-shaded
electric light, and came over to where
the two young men stood by the bed.
side of a patient. The doctor looked
at the man on the cot, felt his heart,
and listened to the harsh, spasmodic
breathing
HE may last for several hours
yet" he said. 'Tf the heart action
we're not so strong, I should not give
him an hour. Will you wait? Wen
make you as comfortable as possible.
But there is nothing you can do for him,
and we can hardly hope that he will
regain consciousness. He will have
the best of care. He has had it," he
added, as the night nurse approached
to administer the half-hour hypode"-
mic dose of beef and brandy. There
was a drawn look about her mouth
that could not hide it's beauty, and
there were dark circles under tie
soft gray eyes.
The three men walked t1gether
into the hall. 81 shall not wait" said
the younger, more delicate-Iooling
visitor; but I shall lie here very
early in the morning. Are you a rel
alive of his?" He addressed his COM
panion.
NO" replied the other; 81 am the
agent of the Security Accident AS
surance Company, in which he has
policy. Are you an intimate friend of
his?"
Hardly personal friend; but
have a strong obligation to fulfill. ]
am on the sick visiting committee
of the lodge of which he is a mem
Der"
"Ah, then I shall walk along with
you. Perhaps you can tell me some
thing about him"
"A good deal might be told" said
the younger man, as they came out
into the deserted street after taking
leave of the surgeon; "but it would
not make very pleasant story"
Can you tell me anything about
the woman he married.
Very little, except that she was
refined, wealthy and of good family;
but we have completely lost track Of
her. He ill-treated her and deserted
her. The woman who was killed was
not his wife. By the way, let me in.
troduce myself. My name is Clifford
Gray"
"And mine is Noble-John F.
Noble. There is one other matter,
Mr.. Gray. Whatever Judson may
have been in his life-and he appears
to have few FRIENDSHIP has had the
most careful, unremtting, I might say
loving, care in his last hours. 1t is,
l believe, customary on these occa-
sions to make some slight acknOwl-
edgment to the-eh-nurse. And as
there seems to be no one else to at
tend to it, I thought you might like
to join me in making up a small
purse"
81 don't know whether it is Gus
tomary or not" said Mr. Gray; "and
my impression is that it is against
the hospital rules; but I am positive
that it would not be acceptable to
Miss Marshall"
Miss MARSHALL"
yes; that is how DR.. Prescott ad-
dressed her"
"Why wouldn't she like it? She's
doing this for her living, isn't she?"
Perhaps. Did you notice her
shoes?"
81 can't say that I did. What have
her shoes got to do with it?'
This: All the nurses in the hos,
Dital are uniformed exactly alike. 1t
Is impossible from her dress to tell
the personal style, condition or taste
Of any one of them. You must look
at her feet"
"say, are you a detective?"
mo; I'm only an artist, and my
profession has made me observant. I
observed that Miss Marshall wore
patent leather oxford ties of English
make and fine silk stockings. ! would
suggest that any acknowledgement
AXE the form of-say, flowers. You
know who Prescott isl"
''The doctor? No"
"He is the son of Butler Prescott,
l..