The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1912-11-13

HAT a melancholy, rnoping fellow that #RX Yt interne iss said Dr. Horace Dwnele IVY Chief surgeon was he of the Laid
 -uA law Hospital, most modern and nagnih- MR8 yNH gently endowed. The institution K&EhN monument to the sudden philanthropy of H9A A8H Henry Laidlaw This 1nogul of the rail H2X2H ways. stricken heavily by grievous distemper, lay rnoribund in his great
 AEH mansion, surrounded by conclave of doctors instead of his erstwhile lawyers
 R2m and agents.
 A "There's something on Dr. Fremonts
 mind, I fear" said Miss Chalmers, the
 head nurse, spinster of forty-one, nal in breadth of figure and of a wholesome, benign radiance of face In her massive bosom the large heart with the music of sympathy for all sufferers By the disasters that had befaIen that very heart the younger, romantic days of hope, her know- edge of human emotions almost accurate as the physicians knowledge of human diseases. So it was with certain that she added. "The poor man shows all the signs of unhappy 1ove-afair''
 The aristocratc and elegant surgeon laughed mock ing1y, then made answer in his calm and cultured voice:
 ~How foolish of the nan--how foolish of any man to allow any such sentimental debris of collapsed 1ove-afar lie his mind. That sort of mind has usually very little is it. I've grown somewhat weary seeing him stalk around here like some Trappist monk like Death in Ererynra A. mere glimpse of him patients back month-and don't wonder with that hatchet face of his and those sleepy dog-ike eyes. Watch him closely, Miss Chalmers We cannot risk made by 1ove-sick swains Modern surgeons must beware of sentiment ]" s
 And she 'who because of the height and excess of her sentiment, had been thwated in her own heroic and ideal love- reflected that there fear like Ehood of Dr. Horace Dwine1e incurring ac- croachment of perilous sentiment The milk of afec- ton the wine of emotion, the fire of passion would be in vain upon the smooth and polished marble of fhat egostic and ambitious nature
 The familiar, plangent and explosive ciangor of the rubber-tfred ambulance came suddenly to their ears and the ratapan of horses hoofs the silently into the courtyard below Five later the wide doors of the elevator in the side corridor swung open and sma1l-wheeled carriages of white of toward the wonen's section; the other rolling noiseiessy down the barren hallway toward the doctor and the nurse 1olling head and face pale and drawn with the tension and rieor of great vulsive shock lay revealed. of agony frozen in the hzf-open eyes Dr. DinelIe glanced curiousy at the face of the man as the little carriage passed.
 ~Great Heavens!s he exclaimed "it is Courtney HilIisi Miss Chalmers, I'll attend this case myself Please order the secretary telephone Mrs Harvey called to the pensive interne skung lstlessy at the end of the corridor, kindly prepare my instruments
 Robert Fremont turned from the window through pch he had been gazing into the sulien and heated afternoon, and went into the sterilizing
 Courtney Hills the of of the richest
 men the city, and the nephew of old Henry Laidaw. Dr. Dwinelle had met him more than at certain fashionable houses This very afternoon the reckless and rnbrid1ed young millionaire, for whom the laws of State city but prnd paragraphs that legal eoqeuence and the coin of his sire could strike into meaningless and futile words had driven his
 motor ait cycionic speed through of the quiet resi- dentia1 far from the hospital A little girl who sought the street had paused terrified in the very path of the careerng car. She seemed spellbound by its furious it's glitter, and the hoarse trumpetae of its horn. She darted forward the swerved pass her. then turned suddenly and ran back Hiis confused by her cratic move rnents drove his huge machine straight upon her, giv ing last desperate to the steering-wheel. He felt the shock of her little body and the hideous rise of the left hand wheels they rushed the trste girl Ere he could s1acken speed bring the curving Juggernaut into its proper track again, the motor had swerved furiously into the curb, stormed against tree and flung him headong. The ambulance summoned and the unconscious Hills and his little victim were both hurried to the Laid1aw Hospital
 Here Hills ayinert upon the cold, hard operating table, his blue eyes st partly his glossy yellow hair stained with blood In his look the conscious soul still seemed look forth but the eyes beheld nothing, lips dumb, and the refused to accept the spoken message the surgeon to convey to the blank unreceptive bra Dr. Dwinelle, garbed his white surgeons robe and cap placed the suf- ferer now upon his left side The interne sterzng the instruments in the The surgeon the long white fingers of his delicate hands through the danir light hair. The skull fractured above the temples bone pressed the that controlled the organs of speech and hearing Plainly enough this was case for trepanning. Hurriedly he bade Miss Chalmers two nurses, and as Fremont entered with the of shining implements e addressed him curty: "A little aiacrity, please Dr. Fremont Kindly get me new vial of chloroform from the laboratory at once"
 Horace Dvinele, graduate and adherent of the Eng fish schools of surgery preferred te of ch1oro- form to ether It his habit to scof at the belief that ether was an ansthetic less dangerous the function of the heart.
 flood of safow light tnged with the stormy mur<i ness of the heated and lowering skies, poured into this square she-tiled chamber through one immense sheet