Evening star., 1915-05-16
SUNDAY MAGAZINE FOR MAY 10, 1915

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nent German nerve specialist.
"lm sorry to see you so run down.
I'm afraid you have been OVERRIDING" she
said in her low, melancholy voice. "Oh,
you American men!" She sighed help
lessly.
AS he had done nothing since his last
sanatorium but acquire a few first editions
of dubious value, her sympathy was
tritie exaggerated; but he accepted it
gratefully. 1t was as balm to his soul. If
no one else understood him, this adorable
woman, herself sufferer, knew just the
comforting anodynes to apply to his tor
tured spirit,
The nurse warned him that the hour
had arrived for his static and he left her
after receiving reassuring pressure from
the slenderest and whitest of hands.
SHE had promised to come down for
dinner, and he was lounging in the
Office with his eye on the elevator talking
to woman who insisted on acquainting
him with the state of her arteries, when
the superintendent secretary, who was
otherwise a promoter of social relations,
asked if he might introduce him to some
patients who had just arrived. Stuart
was bored at the thought of it, but the
secretary ignored his reluctance, and he
followed with the depressed air and Ian
guild step he had cultivated.
Miss Crosby, Miss Walling, Miss
Hardness, Miss Sanderson."
Stuart's spirits rose as he found him
self confronting four brght-eyed, smiling
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Types. Still, he must be on guard The
fact that Banning Farms boasted a social
secretary was in itself depressing. 1t
hadn't been mentioned in the prospectus
Possibly these newcomers concealed tire
some mothers, and these introductons
We're preliminary to overtures for bridge
with dingy and uninteresting parents;
and he hated bridge. But these girls did
not simper, and their clothes were from
city shops. Stuart Lybrand was, as his
mother had intimated, not without his
susceptibilities, and the decorative value
of four undeniably pretty girls girls who
did not say "Yes, Sir, or stand on one foot
when spoken to, was not lost upon him.
"Please tell us, Mr.. Lybrand, are all
these people going to die?" asked Miss
Walling, who had fluffy light hair, and
blue eyes of beguiling innocence
"Er-well, let's hope not yet he re-
piled with wan smile. "But of course
there are some very, very sick people
here" he added as though remembering
that he must defend the dignity of the in
stitution as a refuge for dying humanity.
We've all been awfully Sick" said
Miss Sanderson, whose bronze-brown
eyes he noted as worthy of further study
"They really have" Miss Crosby af-
firmed. "There was an epidemic of scar
let fever in their school, and I've come up
to play with them while they put the edge
on their convalescence.
A shadow of fear crossed Stuart's face.
Miss Crosby laughed merrily.
"Oh, there's not particle of danger.
They were out of quarantine month
ago, and have been at their homes till the
doctor sent them for a run in the country"
MRS. GORDON crossed the room with
= : nurse trailing after her bearing cush-
ions, the lilac blanket, and the half-read
novel that someone is always carrying
around in sanatoriums
as that one of the bad cases?" asked
Miss Walling, following Stuart's gaze
"YeS a very sad IA co y ha rapliod hoe