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spect for her Of one honest worker
for another. The episode that had
caused her suspension seemed entirely
forgotten. They showed her carefully
what she was to do; and, because she
must know the ''why" of everything,
they explained as best they could.
It was while she was standing by the
great sterilizer that she heard, through
an open door, part Of conversation
that sent her through the day with
her world in revolt.
The takers were putting the an
esthetizing room in readiness for the
afternoon. Sidney, waiting for the
time to open the sterilizer, was busy for
the first time in her hurried morning,
with her own thoughts. Because she
was very human, there was a
little exultation in her mind. What
would these girls say when they
learned Of how things stood between
her and their hero. Not shameful,
this: the honest pride of woman In
being chosen from many.
The voices were very clear.
"She's eating her heart out"
do you think he has really broken
with herr"
Probably not. She knows it's com.
ing; that's ALL"
Sometimes have wondered"
$50 have others. She oughtn't to
be here, Of course. But among so many
there is bound to be one now and then
who-who isn't quite"
She hesitated, at loss for word.
did you-did you ever think over
that trouble with Miss Page about the
medicines? That would have been
easy, and like her"
"She hates Miss Page, of course, but
I hardly think If that's true, it was
nearly murder"
There were two voices, young one,
full of soft southern infections, and an
older voice, trifie hard, as from disil.
fusion.
They We're working as they talked.
Sidney could hear the clatter of bot.
ties on the tray, the scraping Of a
moved table.
Gle was crazy about her last fall"
"NIiss Page?" (The younger voice,
with a thrill in it,
"Carlotta. OF course this Is conf,
DENTAL"
Surely"
IL saw ner with him IN his c.r one
evening. And on he: vacation last
SUMNER
The voices dropped to a whisper.
Sidney, standing cold and white by the
sterilizer, put out hand to steady
herself. So that was it! No wonder
Carlotta had hated her. She was
steady enough in a moment, cool and
calm, moving about her work with ice
cold hands and sAghtly-narrowed eyes.
10 sort of physical nausea was sue
ceeding anger, blind fury Of injured
pride. He had been in love with Car
lotta and had tired Of her. He was
bringing her his warmed-dver emotions.
She remembered the bitterness Of her
months exile, and it's probable cause.
Max had stood by her then. Well he
might, if he suspected the truth.
For just moment she had an illumi.
mating flash of Wilson as he really was
selfish and self-indulgent, just trifle
too carefully dressed, daring as to eye
and speech, with neutrality-suspicious.
daring, frankly pleasure-loving. She
put her hands over Tier eyes.
The voices in the next room had
risen above their xvhicnar
Genius has privileges, of course y
said the older voice. ."He is a very
great surgeon. Tomorrow he is to do
the Edwardes operation again. am
glad I am to see him do it,
Sidney still held her hands over her
eyes. He was great surgeon: in his
hands he held the keys Of life and
death. And perhaps he had never
cared for Carlotta: she might have
thrown herself at him. He was man,
at the mercy Of any scheming woman.
She tried to summon his image to
her aid. But curious thing happened.
She could not visualize him. Instead,
there came, clear and distinct, a pic.
ture of X. LIE Moyne in the hall Of the
little house, reaching one of his long
arms to the chandelier over his head
and looking up at her as she stood on
the stairs.
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