The midland journal., 1917-02-23
suit was not fncongruous, but refined
and rather impressive.

I'll ere were other changes in tho
Street. The Lorenz house was being
painted for Christine's wedding. john
ny Rosenfeld, not perhaps of the
Street itself, but certainly pertaining
to it, was learning to drive Palmer
Howe's new car, in mingled agony and
bliss. He walked along the Street, not
fright foot, left foot" but "brake foot,
clutch foot" and took to calling off
the vintage of passing cars. "So-and-
So 1910," he would say, with contempt
in his voice.
K. had yielded to Annals insistence,
and was boarding as well as rooming
at the Page house. The Street, rather
snobbish to its occasional floating pop
ulation, was accepting and liking him.
1t found him tender, infinitely human.
And in return he found that this
seemingly empty eddy into which he
had drifted was teeming with life. He
busted himself with small things, and
found his outlook gradually less
tinged with despair. When he found
himself inclined to rail, he organized
a baseball club, and sent down to
everlasting defeat the Linburg's, con-
sisting of >cashboys from Linden &
Hofburg's department store.
He made no further attempt to
avoid Max Wilson. Some day they
would meet face to face. He hoped,
when it happened, they two might be
alone; that was all. Even had he not
| H1 10 Y1r0rIoiSn fn Si6nnU
flight would have been foolish. The
world was small place, and, one way
and another, he had known many
people. Wherever he went, there
would be the same chance. The meet
ing took place early in September,
and under better circumstances than
he could have hoped for.
Sidney had come home for her week
ly visit, and sent Katie to ask Doctor
Ed to come over after dinner. With
the sunset Anna seemed better. She
insisted on coming downstairs, and
even sat with them on the balcony un-
til the stars came out, talking of
Christine's trousseau, and, rather fret
fully, of what she would do without
the parlors.
| 'You shall have your own boudoir
upstairs" said Sidney valiantly. "Ka-
tie can carry your tray up there. We
are going to make the sewing room
into your private sitting room, and I
shall nail the machine top down."
| This pleased her. When K. insisted
on carrying her upstairs, she went in
q flutter.
''He is so strong, Sidney!" she said,
when he had placed her on her bed.
GLOW can clerk, bending over led
ger, be so muscular? When 1 have
callers, will it be all right for Katie
to show them upstairs?"
She dropped asleep before the doc
tor came; and when, at something
after eight, the door of the Wilson
house slammed and a figure crossed
the street, it was not Ed at all but
the surgeon.
Sidney had been talking rather more
frankly than usual. Lately there had
been a reserve about her. X, listen
ing intently that night, read between
words a story of small prosecutions
and jealousies. But the girl minimized
them, after her way.
"It's always hard for probationers,"
she said. 81 often think Miss Harri-
son is trying my mettle."
Harrison
"Carlotta Harrison. And now that
Miss Gregg has said she will accept
me, it's really all over. The other
nurses are wonderful-so kind and so
helpful. I hope shall look well in
my cap"
Carlotta Harrison was in Sidney's
hospital! A thousand contingencies
flashed through his mind. Sidney might
grow to like her and bring her to the
house. Sidney might insist on the
thing she always spoke of-that he
visit the hospital; and he would meet
her, face to face. He could have de-
pended on a man to keep his secret.
This girl with her somber eyes and
her threat to pay him out for what
had happened to ler-she meant dam
ger of a sort that no man could fight.
"Soon," said Sidney, through the
WdrIu udThLcSS, L SIiuII nave Cay,
and be always forgetting it and put
ting my hat on over 1.-THE new ones
always do"
1t was then that the door across the
street closed. Sidney did not hear
it, but X. bent forward. There was a
part of his brain always automatically
on watch.
81 shall get my operating-room
training, too," she went on. "That is
the real romance of the hospital. There
was a lot of excitement today. DR..
Max Wilson did the Edwardes opera
tien."
The figure across the Street was
lighting a cigarette. Perhaps, after
all
Something tremendously difficult
don't know what. It's going into
the medical Journals. A Doctor Ed