Bogalusa enterprise. [volume] (Bogalusa, La.) 1914-1918, 1916-07-13


think Mr.. ColburI
drank" murmured Helen regretfully
And she's so young and pretty
"ROsie-that's their maid-said he
lost a sight of blood fore they could
get a doctor. She said she came down
to the laundry fore daylight to wash
out the sheets and things-so no
body'd know. They've got a nurse
now and they're tellin' everybody that
he was just taken sick"
There's your kitchen bell, Emma,
interrupted Helen hastily, feeling that
she was encouraging the girl to talk
She never allowed maid to bring
her news Of other tenants, but this
had been too startling wholly to dis
miss.
IT'S Rosie, Mrs. Colburn's maid
ma am" Emma returned with the air
of one bearing an important message
"She wants to speak to you"
Wonderingly. Helen went out to the
kitchen where the girl was waiting.
Mrs. Curtis, Mrs. Colburn wants
to know if you can come up for a
few moments? MIR. Colburn's been
taken very sick"
why, yes, of course! Tell her III
be UP right away
Without waiting to change her
morning gown, Helen slipped over it a
long coat Not taking the elevator,
she ran upstairs.
Helen knew the Colburns only
slightly, their acquaintance being due
to one of Pussy Purr-Mew's runaway
escapades. Yet the few times she had
met them. she had liked them both.
Her heart beat fast as with a shrink
ing dread she now entered their
apartment. Even the hall was perme-
ated with strong smell of antiseptics.
She was met by trained nurse, a
capable, but severe-looking woman.
whose rigid white uniform only EN-.
phasized her austerity.
1--WE been trying to persuade Mrs.
Colburn to sleep, but she insisted on
sending for you She says she knows
no one else here. Will you come into
her ROOM
The room was close and overheated.
The blinds were drawn and a single
shaded light glowed on the dressing
table. Mrs. Colburn, with an en-
broidered Japanese robe over her
nightgown, was sitting on the edge Of
the bed
She started up as Helen entered
with an excited, breathless, Il want
you to help me! Help me to keep this
out of the papers! A reporter just
phoned-I told him 1t wasn't true-but
he didn't believe me. Can your hus-
band stop the story? If he'll stop it
in his paper"
His paper" repeated Helen blank.
ly.
why, yes-the Star! They told
me he was the managing editor"
"No-no the initials are the same
W. E. Curtis-but he's not even rel
alive"
OH 1t was like wall OF despair
as she sank back on the bed.
I'm so sorry" murmured Helen.
But we don't know anyone on any
of the papers, Then hesitatingly:
rs Mr. Colburn seriously
mo, he's only weak from loss OF
blood. IL haven't seen him since
the doctor left. don't want to- bit
terly. "Oh, if can just keep it out Of
the papers-that's all ! ask. Isn't there
any way"
Here the phone beside the bed
shrilled out, and she caught Helen's
arm with a convulsive, Its another
reporter-I know It is! You answer
I'm afraid to-
What shall I say" bewildered.
Say it isn't true-that Mr.. Col
burns only i'll. That it's an outrage
for them to intrude like this!"
"Mr Dudley of the Evening News
is calling" announced the hall boy
when Helen took down the receiver
Hes downstairs" whispered Hell
en-. her hand over the mouthpiece.
Tell him can't see him cant |
see anyone, Oh, they'll all have it
every paper will have IT," moaningly.
as Helen gave the message. And
they'll have all the rest, too
THE rest?" turning from the phone. |
How he's been drinking for months
the hall boys know how he comes
home at night. l thought it would be
me he'd try to kill-he's threatened 1t
enough. Oh. yes. he's already killed
al the love ever had for him
Love isn't so easily killed. ven
.ured Helen gently.
"Oh I know | suppOSe | still care 4,