Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1916-06-05
Copyright, 1916, International News

Copyright, 1916, International News
Service.
Helen was genuinely tired as she
laid her head on the pillow and drows-
lily prepared to go to sleep. 1t had
been a wearisome day. but everything
was finished now All the rooms were
in order and the summer slips had
@been put on the tapestry chairs and
davenport Warren had finally ad-
mitted that he liked the guest room
much better than their own bedroom,
and Helen felt at last that her efforts
had not been in vain.
Warren's regular breathing told her
that he had fallen asleep instantly, and
with a little sigh she nestled closer
underneath the warmth of the silk
comfortable and closed her eyes.
1t seemed hours later that she
walked suddenly, conscious that some
thing was wrong. She listened for the
sound that had wakened her. Could
It be Winifred? The thought made
her slip softly from the bed and pull
a bathrobe around her. She hurried
into Winifred's room and, as she did,
ened her. 1t was an ominouS rasping
sound-a sound that filled her heart
with terror as she quickly turned on
the light.
Winifred was crouched up in one
corner of the bed, her face dark and
flushed and her breathing choked and
gasping. She was too i'll to raise her
head from the pillow, and Helen few
over to the bed and raised the child S
head on her arm.
Winifred opened her eyes.
What is it, dear?" said Helen in an
agony of fear. She hardly knew what
she was saying, and the words were
useless for Winifred could not speak.
only that horrible hoarse gurgle came
head as high as she could against the
pillow, hurried out to the telephone.
What is it?" called Warren. us
anything wrong"
TITS Winifred, dear: she can't
breathe. I don't know what to do"
and Helen almost cried as she leaned
against the door for a moment in a
spasnn of weakness. Warren sprang
from the bed hurriediy.
Helen HuTTies to the Phone
''Ill telephone for the doctor" he
scid, making for the door.
No, / will, dear; you go in and hold
her head up as high as you can. She
seems easier when her head is high.
] think she has Group
Helen watched Warren cross over to
the bed and tenderly raise the tumble
little figure in his arms, then all the
maternal in her nature leaped to the
front as she flew to the telephone and
called DIR. Marshall
20, DR.. Marshall, isn't this DIR. Mar
shall?' And her voice was wall.
Who is it then? This is Mrs. Curtis.
l have one of the apartments upstairs
Yes. Elise, I thought you would know
me- Winifred, my little girl is i'll.
The doctor isn't there? You don't
know where he Is, do you? All right,
must get some one else right away.
Good-by"
Helen rang Off and thought min
ute. She would have to call Or. Brad
ley Warren had discontinued calling
in DIR. Bradley after DIR. Marshall had
become friendly with the family, but
this was no time for hesitating-they
must have a doctor-t was too serious
to quibble over trtf1es.
She finally got a woman's voice on
the telephone at DIR. Bradley's. No,
4 the doctor was not in. Would she
leave a message? The doctor would
De out of town all night.
Helen rang off, her head swimming
and her mouth dry. She did not know
what to do next, and her fear for
Winifred's condition almost drove her
frantic. What could she do? Ring u