Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1915-07-03
The Daily Story
His New Standpoint

McGregor opened his eyes and cast .
bewildered look about the place. II was
his own room: there was no doubt what
ever about that There we're the riding
hats, the hunting crops, the spurs on
I the wall. Something stlh and unyielding
enoased his left leg; his left arm was
rigidiy bound in splnts. He put his right
hand to his face. II was absurdly deco
rated with surgeons plaster, and band
age was swathed about his forehead.
The odor Of carbolic and iodoform hlled
the room.
1t was evident something had hap
poned; but how and when7 McGregor
tried to think. II must be early even
ing, for through the window he could sec
the western sky all aglow with red
twilight. His head throbbed strangely,
| and sharp pains shot through the left
arm. He tried to raise himself with his
right arm, but sank back again with
groan.
Some one rose from a chair in the cor
ner and came quickly and nclselessly to
| the bed II was a woman clothed In dun
gray and wearing a trim white cap She
gently smoothed the pillow, and with
deft touch eased the bandage on his
head. McGresor closed his eyes and set
his teeth until the paroxym OF pain
occasloned by his attempt TO rise had
passed. Then his eyes opened YEARLY
He was faint and giddy.
whats happened7" he asked.
The voice that answered him was low
and soothing.
you met with an accident, Mr.. Me- |
Gregor-a serious accident But It's all |
right now. Time and quiet will do won
ders for you"
How'd It happen7" said he.
you were thrown from trap"
"Ah" he said, with sudden enlighten-
ment "Diavolo bolted at the road roller
ran like sin--rein broke-I was Just get
ting him down when 1t broke. This
morning. wasn't III"
Tuesday morning." she corrected.
And today is?"
Friday"
"Humphl McGregor grunted. You're b
the nurse. eh7"
Yea" she eaid.
well, nurse, get me UP as soon as
again. I'd never let a horse-or anything |
else for that matter-get the better of
me-" he added grimly.
you must be very quiet" she eau
toned.
"All right"
And sleep as much as you can"
Obediently he closed his eyes, and
RSNAA
When he awoke next morning his
eyes fell first on the nurse. She gave him
a cheerful good morning" and he looked
her over closely. She was very pretty
and her big, sympathetic eyes struck
some hidden chord in McGregors grun
soul.
See here" he said, "I want to be
frank with you. I'm n bachelor and a
Moreover, I'm not used
to being helpless like this, 1 shall be
a devilish hard patient to handle. But
I'll do my best" he added humbly.
I'm sure you WILL" she said with
merry light In her eyes.
This is my first offense in this line.
you know" he went on, land if 1 be- Il
have like sin, you won't mind too much, i
will your"
mo, indeed" she said heartily
"Goodl" he said. IT wanted you to
understand from the start. shall prob
IDLY take to cussing before long"
You may-'cuss' as much as you like"
he laughed, and since 1t was an infec- III
ious laugh. McGregor laughed, too. II
In the ensuing days McGregor thought II
much. Heretofore, life had been to him II
he market, the club and his horses. Day II
" day he became more conscious that II
omethlng very vital had been left out. II
nd what that something was he wss II
Yell aware when he looked into q pair OF II
ig, dark eyes or listened to n low, sweet II
dice. Instead of being a patient devil II
'h hard to handle" he was doclle and II
cquiescent He was experiencing a III
TRANCE, sweet contentment that all the II
revious years of his hard, unrelenting,
elf-made success had never given him.
McGregor had progressed rapidly. That
fternoon he was propped in a chair by
ne window. Outside, early spring was
'orking miracles with the trees and II
rass. 1t had grown too dark for her 20