The Pulaskian., 1917-04-27

hey went around the table and flung a young arm over her aunt's shoulders.
 "Why didn't you say all that year ago? We've been selfish, but we're not as bad as you think. And if any one in this world is entitled to success, you are. Of course we'll manage"
 Harriet's iron repression almost gave way. She covered her emotion with details:
 "Mrs. Lorenz is going to let me make Christine some things, and if they're all right, may make her trous- Seau.''
 s"Trousseau-fo Christinei"
 She's not engaged, but her mother says it's only matter of short time. I'm going to take two rooms in the business part of town, and put couch In the back room to sleep on.'
 Sidney's mind flew to Christine and her bright future, to a trousseau bought with the Lorenz money, to Christine settled down, married wom- an, with Palmer Howe. She came back with an effort. Harriet had two trian- gular red spots in her sallow cheeks.
 T can get few good models-that's the only way to start. And if you care to do handwork for me, Anna, I'll send it to you, and pay you the regular rates. There isn't the call for it there used to be, but just touch gives dash.''
 All of Mrs. Pages grievances had worked their way to the surface. Sid hey and Harriet had made her world, such as it was, and her world was in revolt. She flung out her hands. | Il suppose 1 must do something. With you leaving, and Sidney renting her room and sleeping on folding bed in the sewing room, everything seems upside down. I never thought l should live to see strange men running in and out of this house and carry ing latchkeys." This reference to Le Moyne, whose tall figure had made l hurried exit some time before.
 Harriet'S eyes were brighter already as she went out. Sidney, kissing her in the hall and wishing her luck, real | her mother must have been for the last l few years. She threw her head up proudly. They would never be bur- den again-never, as long as she had strength and healthl
 By evening Mrs. Page had worked herself into state bordering on hys- teria. Harriet was out most of the day. sy1 a% 1oIo tie gave her cup of tea. At the news of her sisters condition, she merely shrugged her shoulders. Shell not die, Katie" she said calmly. "But see that Miss Sidney eats something, and if she is worried tell her said to get Doctor Ed" Very significant of Harriet's altered outlook was this casual summoning of the Streets family doctor. She was already dealing in larger figures. The | recklessness of pure adventure was in her blood. She had taken rooms at rental that she determinedly put out of her mind, and she was on her way to buy furniture. No pirate, fitting out ship for the highways of the sea, ever experienced more guilty and de- lightful excitement.
 The afternoon dragged away. Doc tor Ed was "out on case" and might not be in until evening. Sidney sat in the darkened room and waved fan over her mothers rigid form. At half past five Johnny Rosenfeld, from the alley, who worked for florist after school, brought box of roses, and departed grinning impishly. He knew Joe, had seen him in the store. Soon the alley knew that Sidney had received dozen Killarney roses at three dollars and half, and was probably engaged to Joe Drummond.
 
 Doctor Ed" said Sidney, as he fol- lowed her down the stairs, "can you spare the time to talk to me little while?"
 Perhaps the elder Wilson had quick vision of the crowded office waiting across the Street; but his re- ply was prompt:
 Any amount of time." Sidney led the way into the small parlor, where Joe's roses, refused by the petulant invalid upstairs, bloomed alone.
 "First of all," said Sidney, "did you mean what you said upstairs?" Doctor Ed thought quickly. Of course; but what?" "You said I was born nurse." The Street was very fond of Doctor Ed. It did not always approve of him. It said-which was perfectly true-that he had sacrificed himself to his brothers career-that for the sake of that brilliant young surgeon, Doc tor Ed had done without wife and children; that to send him abroad he had saved and skimped; that he still went shabby and drove the old buggy while Max drove about in an automo- bile coupe. Sidney, not at all Of the