The Monroe journal., 1915-07-30

Margery's decision was announced
crisply. There is no hospital to send
him to-which is Wahaska's shame
Maybe he will be met and taken care
of by his friends: IL he is. well and
good; if he isn't, wen put him in the
carriage and take him home with US. "
The cast-iron smile with the indul.
gent attachment wrinkled frostily
upon Jasper Grierson's heavy face.
The Good Samaritan act, Ell? I've
known you long time, Madgie, but ]
never can tell when you're going to
break out in a brand-new spot. Didn't
lose any of your unexpectedness in
Florida, did you?"
Miss Margery tossed her pretty
head, and the dark eyes snapped.
Somebody in the family has to
think of something besides making
money" she retorted. please lend
me your pencil; want to do some
wiring"
All other gifts apart, Miss Grierson
could boast of a degree of executive
ability little inferior to her fathers;
did boast of 1t when the occasion Of
tered; and by the time the whistle
was sounding for Wahaska, all the ar
rangements had been made for the
provisional rescue of the sick man in
lower six
At the station a single inquiry served
to give the Good Samaritan intention
the right of way. There were no
friends to meet lower six; but the
Grierson carriage was waiting, with
the coachman and Mereside gardener
for bearers. From that to putting the
sick man to bed in one OF the guest
chambers of the lake.fronting mansion
at the opposite end of the town was a
mere bit of routine for one so capable
as Miss Grierson; and twenty minutes
after the successful transfer she had
Doctor Farnham at the nameless ones
bedside and was telephoning the col
lege lnnrmary 1or u nurse.
Naturally, there were explanations
to be made when the doctor came
down. To her first anxious question
the answer came gravely: you have a
very sick man on your hands, Miss
Margery." Then the inevitable:
who is he?"
She spread her hands in pretty af'
fectatlon of embarrassment.
what will you think Of me, Doctor
Farnham, when | tell you that
haven't the littlest atom of an idea?
Charlotte's father was small man,
with kindly eyes and the firm, straight.
lined mouth of his Puritan forbears.
Tell me about it," he said concisely.
She told him.
A shrewd smile fickered for an in.
slant in the kindly eyes of Wahaska' S
best-beloyed physician.
almost anyone else would have
found plenty of other things to door
not to do" was his comment. Are
you prepared to go on, Miss Margery?"
There were fine little lines coming
and going between Miss Margery' S
straight black brows. I'VE needn't
do it by halves, DOCTOR" she said de-
cisively. "If it would be better to
wire st. Paul or Minneapolis and get
trained nurse"
You'd stand the extra expense,
of course" laughed the doctor. "You
are all the worlds good angel when
you set out to be, Miss Margery. And
Ill send somebody before bedtime.
Meanwhile, there's nothing to do but
to keep your patient quiet; and he'll
do that for himself for few hours.
gave him a bit of anodyne before !
came down."
Margery went to the outer door with
her kindly counselor. playing the part
of the gracious hostess as one who Is,
or who means to be, precisely letter
perfect; and after he was gone, she
went slowly upstairs and let herself
softly into the room OF shaded lights.
The sick man was resting quietly, and
he did not stir when she crossed to the
bed and laid cool palm on his fore
head.
You poor castaway!" she muir
INJURED. Il wonder who you are, and
to whom you belong? | suppose some
body has got to be mean and sneaky
and find out. Would you rather 1t
would be than someone else who
might care even less than l do?"
The sleeping man opened unseeing
eyes and closed them again heavily.
81 found the money, Carlotta mia; you
didn't know that. did your" he NUT
tered; and then the narcotic seized
and held him again.
His clothes we're on q chair, and
when she had carried them to light
that could be shaded completely from
the bed and its occupant, she searched
the pockets one by one. 1t was a little
surprising to find all but two of them
quite empty; no cards, no letters, no
pen, pencil. pocketknife, or purse;
nothing but handkerchief, and in
one pocket of the waistcoat a small
roll of paper money, few coins and
two small keys.
She held the coat up to the electric
and examined 1t closely; the workman
ship, the trimmings. It was not tailor
made. rhe decided, and by all the little
signs and tokens II was quite new
And the same was true Of the othei