The Grenada sentinel. [volume] (Grenada, Miss.) 1868-1955, 1914-12-11

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poised womanl An unusual wonani-
Very"
you leave today?"
yes"
Then, since | nave your word in
the matter, ! feel safe in inviting YOU
n Mrs. Whiting to share my car an
far as Buffalo"
Mrs. Whiting may have a pref
erence."
Quinby received this with the sur
prise of one whose invitations partake
OF the peremptory quality of royalty's.
Il hope she will not prefer a stuffy
Pullman to my car, which has been
praised. | should be deeply hurt by
a refusal. In fact" Mark looked up
quickly, as though he had heard q
warning crack! overhead, Il should
construe a refusal as evidence But
let that go. There are company mat
tiers l 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 Qulnby through the long
dining room, where by this time the
whisper Of the great philanthropist's
presence had been happily confirmed.
Well" said Mark grimly. when he
had found Kazia in their rooms, you
played audience to good purpose
Quinby has just informed me. with ex-
clamation points, that you are a charm
ing woman, a well poised woman. an
unusual woman"
She breathed q sigh of relief. Then
he doesn't suspect?"
He's so sure Of the truth that no
wouldn't believe his W testimony to
the contrary"
What can We dor"
Exactly nothing but accept his in
v|itation to travel in his car to Buffalo
and trust to luck. Flattery and sub
missiyeuess-he would call them har<
mony-aret the way into Quinby's good
eraces.'
But Quinby, when the journey had
-, begun, made no reference to that party
, IN the woods, His engaging manner
never, said the ~envious, so pro.
z nounced as in the presence of a 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
q her the splendors OF his car. from The
little kitchen, where her expert adj
miration brought a grin even to the
: pudgy face of the japanese cook. unto
!, the plaster cast Of the ichthyosaurus
Quinbyi c~onspicuously 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 1t pays" Kazia smiled, better
han most woman's work"
But not enough. Have you ever
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7 ices are always the poorest paid. /
have often wished Quinby sighed.
that 1t lay in my power to give every
I deserving man and woman the Just
reward earned by their service"
n AM" breathed Kazia, that would
be something to do"
Quinby bent a benignant smile on
kazia. Mrs. Whiting, VOL must leave
. me an address. AS IL happens, l am
a trustee, and 1t may be. an influence
in the Todd hospital. Surely the pro
: fession of healing offers a woman a
larger-and a better paid-deld thas
mere individual nursing"
TO those who are fitted.
You are modest, Of course. But !
am sure l have not judged YOU toe
generously"
He led kazia to q big cushioned
chair at the observation end of ths
car. had the Jap bring magazines and
d, the latest novel.
= She lay back in the chair. smiling
her thanks up to lin, as frankly as
if she had not a suspected secret 70
brazen out. The philanthropist smiled
= DdOh-dAu A4t ne III IL HIS GNtS. az
they swept the figure beneath them,
was lot philanthropy.
His smile became quizzical. He
leaned over and patted her hand. ~Yor
~ are a plucky woman, my dear. l have
"a a short memory-sometimes."
y He went back TO Mark.
"Truitt," he began, does your re
covered health mean that you are go
ing back into harness?"
81 don't know" Mark answered
shortly. He had witnessed the tablea,
just described.
"a You must get back. You are needed
Have you kept track OF our labor sit
%uation?"
- No"
n Quinby sketched that situation. witt
a terseness of which Mark had no