The Madison journal. (Tallulah, Madison Parish, La.) 1888-current, 1914-10-10

let that go. There are company mat
tiers | wish to discuss with you. and
this seems an opportune occasion"
The men regarded each other stead
lily for a moment.
Il shall present your invitation"
Mark concluded.
With my compliments" Quinby
amended. "Er-Truitt. who is Mrs.
Whiting? The name is not familiar"
I'm sure you never heard of her
She's a trained nurse-a very success
full one, | believe I'll let you know
her answer"
They rose and Mark had the en-.
viable distinction OF marching with
Jeremiah Quinby through the long
dining room. where by this time the
whisper of the great philanthropists
presence had been happily confirmed.
Well" said Max grimly. when he
had found kazia III their rooms. "yC-u
played audience to good purpose
Quinby has just informed me. with ex-
clamation points, that you are charm
ing woman. well poised woman. an
unusual woman"
TShe breathed a sigh of relief. Then
he doesn't suspect?"
He's so sure OF the truth that he
wouldn't believe his own testimony to
the contrary"
What can we do?"
Exactly nothing but accept his in
vitation TO travel in his car to Buffalo
and trust to luck. Flattery and sub
missiveness-he would call them har-
mony-are the way into Quinbys good
graces."
But Quinby. when the journey had
begun. made no reference TO that party
in the woods. His engaging manners
never. said the envious. SO pro-
nounced as in the presence of pretty
woman-were displayed in their per
lection. Even Marks fears were
lulled
At first the philanthropist gave him
self almost wholly to Kazia. He showed
her the splendors Of his car, from the
little kitchen, where her expert ad-
miration brought a grin even to the
pudgy face of the Japanese cook. unto
the plaster cast of the ichthyosaurus
Quinbyi conspicuously placed at one
side of the library section.
"Truitt tells me. Mrs. Whiting. that
you are a nurse. A beautiful calling!
A fitting sphere for woman-woman.
tender minister to suffering!"
And it pays" Kazia smiled. better
than most woman's work"
But not enough. Have you ever
noticed that the most important serv-
ices are always the poorest paid.
have often wished" Quinby sighed.
that 1t lay in my power to give every
deserving man and woman the just
reward earned by their service"
Ali" breathed Kazia. that would
be something to do"
Quinby bent a benignant smile on
Kazia. Mrs. Whiting, you must leave
me an address. AS it happens, am
a trustee. and 1t may be, an influence
in the Todd hospital. Surely the pro-
fession Of healing offers woman a
larger-and better paid-field than
mere individual nursing?"
ITO those who are fitted"
you are modest. of course. But I
am sure l have not judged you too
generously"
He led Kazia to a big cushioned
chair at the observation end of the
car. had the Jap bring magazines and
the latest novel.
She lay back in the chair, smiling
her thanks up to him, as frankly as
II she had not a suspected secret to
brazen out. The philanthropist smiled
back-and the light in his eyes, as
they swept the figure beneath them.
was not philanthropy.
His smile became quizzical He
leaned over and patted her hand. "You
are plucky woman. my dear. l hav.
a short memory-sometimes.
He went back to Mark.
"Truitt," he began, does your re-
covered health mean that you are 60
ing back into harness?"
Il don't know" Mark answered
shortly. He had witnessed the tableau
just described.
You must get back. You are needed.
Have you kept track Of our labor sit
uation?"
mo"
Quinby sketched that situation. with
a terseness Of which Mark had not
believed him capable.
CTO BE CONTINUED)