The Pulaskian., 1917-06-15

the day after Christine's wedding,
 "How was the wedding-tiresome? ?'
 Thrilling! There's always some thing thrilling to me in man tying himself up for life to one woman. It's-it's so reckless"
 Her eyes narrowed. That's not ex- actly the Law and the Prophets, is it?''
 It's the truth. To think of select ing out of all the world one woman, and electing to spend the rest of ones days with herI Although
 His eyes looked past Carlotta into distance.
 Sidney Page was one of the brides maids" he said irrelevantly. "She was lovelier than the bride."
 Pretty, but stupid" said Carlotta. q like her. I've really tried to teach her things, but-you know" She shrugged her shoulders. Doctor Max was learning wisdom. If there was a twinkle in his eye, he yelled it disereetly. But, once again in the machine, he bent over and put his cheek against hers.
 You little cat You're jealous," he said exultantly.
 Nevertheless, although he might smile, the image of Sidney lay very close to his heart those autumn days. And Carlotta knew it.
 
 Sidney came off night duty the mid dle of November. The night duty had been a time of comparative peace to Carlotta. There were no evenings when Doctor Max could bring Sidney back to the hospital in his car.
 Sidney's half-days at home were oc- casions for agonies of jealousy on Car 1 lotta's part. On such an occasion, 6 month after the wedding she could not contain herself. She pleaded her old excuse of headache, and took the troll ley to a point near the end of the 1 Street. After twilight fell, she slowly walked the length of the Street. Chris tine and Palmer had pot returned from their wedding journey. The No vember evening was not cold. Sidney l was not in sight, or Wilson. But standing on the wooden doorstep of the house was Le Moyne. The allan thus trees @ere bare at that time, throwing gaunt arms upward to the November sky. The street lamp, which In the summer left the doorstep in the shadow, now shone through the branches and threw into strong relief Le Moyne's tall figure and set face. Carlotta saw him too late to retreat. But he did not see her. She went on, startled, her busy brain scheming into her plotting. It was the first time she had known that K. lived in the Page house. It gave her a sense of uncertainty and deadly fear.
 She made her first friendly over- ture of many days to Sidney the fol- lowing day. They met in the locker room in the basement where the street clothing for the ward patients was kept. Here, rolled in bundles and ticketed, side by side lay the hetero- geneous garments in which the pa tients had met accident or illness. Rags and tidiness, filth and cleanli- ness, lay almost touching.
 Far away on the other side of the whitewashed basement, men were un- loading gleaming cans of milk. Floods of sunlight came down the cellarway, touching their white coats and turn. ing the cans to silver. Everywher. was the religion of the hospital, which is order.
 Sidney, marking back from recent sights to the staircase conversations of her night duty, smiled at Carlotta cheerfully.
 "A miracle is happening" she said "Grace Irving is going out today. When one remembers how i'll she was and how we thought she could not live, it's rather triumph, isn't it?"
 Are those her clothes?"
 Sidney examined with some tIismay the elaborate negligee garments in her hand.
 "She can't go out in those; I shall have to lend her something." A little or the light died out of her face. "She's had hard fight, and she has won" she said, But when I think of whss she's probably going back to-"
 Carlotta shrugged her shoulders.
 "It's all in the days york; she ob- served indifferently. You can take them up into the kitchen and give them steady work pairing potatoes, or put them In the laundry ironing. In the end it's the same thing. They all go back"