The Watertown weekly leader. [volume] (Watertown, Jefferson County, Wis.) 1912-1917, 1917-04-25
result. The boy, rousing for an instant,

would lapse again into StupOr. With
healthy man they could have tried
more vigorous measures-could have
forced him to his feet and walked him
about, could have beaten him with
knotted towels dipped in ice water.
But the wrecked body on the bed could
stand no such heroic treatment.
1t was lie Moyne, after all, who saved
Johnny Rosenfelds life. For, when
staff and nurses had exhausted all
their resources, he stepped forward
with q quiet word that brought the in
ternes to their feet astonished.
! There was a new treatment for such
cases-it had been tried abroad. He
looked at Max.
! Max had never heard Of It, He
threw out his hands.
TRY it, for heavens sake" he said.
I'm all in
The apparatus was not in the house
must be extemporized, indeed, at
last, of odds and ends from the operat-
ing room. K did the work. his long
fingers deft and skillful-while Mrs.
Rosenfeld knelt by the bed with her
face buried; while Sidney sat, dazed
and bewildered, on her little chair In
side the door; while night nurses tip
toed along the corridor, and the night
Waterman stared incredulous from out
side the door.
When the two great rectangles that
were the emergency ward windows had
turned from mirrors rejecting the
room to gray rectangles In the morn
ing light, Johnny Rosenfeld opened his
eyes and spoke the first words that
marked his return from the dark val
ley.
Gee, this is the life!" he said, and
smiled into KS watchful face.
When 1t was clear that the boy
would live, X. rose stiffiy from the bed
side and went over to Sidney's chair.
Hes all right now" he said-"as
all right as he can be, poor lad"
you did it-yOu! How strange that
you should know such thing. How
am l to thank your
The 1nternes, talking among them
selves, had wandered down to the din
ing room for early coffee. Wilson was
giving q few last instructions as to the
boys care. Quite unexpectedly, Sid
ney caught KS hand and held 1t to
her lips. The iron repression of the
night, Of months indeed, fell away be-
fore her simple caress.
my dear, my DEAR" he said huskily.
Anything | can do-for you-at any
time"
It was after Sidney had crept like
broken thing to her room that Carlotta
Harrison and K. came face to face.
Johnny was quite conscious by that
time, little blue around the lips, but
valiantly cheerful.
More things can happen to fellow
than ever knew there was !" he said
to his mother, and submitted rather
sheepishly to her tears and caresses.
: "You were always good boy, john
, n.y." she said. "Just you get well
enough to come home. I'll take care
of you the rest of my life. We will get
you a wheel-chair when you can be
about, and ! can take you out In the
park when I come from work"
"Ill be passenger and you'll be
chauffeur, ma"
"Mr. LIE MOyne is going to get your
father sent up again. With sixty-fve
cents day and what I make, Well get
along"
you bet we will !"
ooh, Johnny, If I could see you COM
ing in the door again and yelling
mother and supper in one breath !"
The meeting between Carlotta and
lie MOyne was very quiet. She had
been making a sort of subconsciOus i'm
preston on the retina of his mind dur
ing all the night. 1t would be difficult
to tell when he actually knew her.
, When the preparations for moving
Johnny back to the big ward had been
made, the other nurses left the room,
and Carlotta and the boy were to-
: gether. K. stopped her on her way
, to the door.
Miss Harrison!'
Eyes, Doctor Edwardes.
81 am not Doctor Edwardes here !;
+ my name Is LIE Moyne."
"Ahi"
81 have NOT seen you since you left
st. Johns"
"No; II rested for few months"
81 suppose they do not know that
you were-that you have had any pre-
vious hospital experience"
mo. Are you going to tell themf'
II shall not tell them, Of course"
And thus, by simple mutual consent,
it was arranged that each should re-
spect the others confidence.
Carlotta staggered to her room.
There had been q time, just before
dawn, when she had had one Of those
swift revelations that sometimes come
at the end of a long night. She had
seen herself as she was. The boy was
very low, hardly breathing. Her past
stretched before her, series of small
revenges and passionate outbursts,
swift Weddings, slow remorse. She
dared not look ahead. She would have
given every hope she had In the world,
just then, for Sidney's stainless past.
She hated herself with that deadli-
est loathing that comes with complete
self-revelation.
And she carried to her room the
knowledge that the nights struggle
had been in vain-that, although John
live cho hoI