New Britain herald., 1917-04-19
How Nfadge Was Cared for by Lillian,
 and What the Doctor Said.

and What the Doctor Said. My dress must have been of un.
 usually inf1ammable material, for
 had but just seen the tiny tongues o1
 flame running up my skirt and had
 begun to beat at them when all in g second my whole body seemed sur.
 rounded by fire that scorched and tor. l tured me- l I heard hoarse shouts, shril
 screams. felt rough hands seize me and wrap me in heavy. stifing cloth
 which seemed to press the flames searingly down into my flesh, and then ! for little I knew no more. It seemed only 8 moment that ] lost consciousness. When I came back to myself I was lying on the | couch with Lillian Underwood's delft, tender fingers working over me. From somewhere back of me Dicky' $ voice sounded in a hoarse, gasping way that terrified me.
 For Gods sake. Lii, is she-'
 Lillian's voice, firm, reassuring. an- swered:
 ''No, Dicky, no. she's pretty badly burned, I fear, but am sure she will be all right. Now, dear boy, get your mother to her room and make her lie down. Mrs. Durkee and I can take care of Madge better with you all out of the way. Did you get a doctor, Alfred 2"
 Coming as soon as he can get here." Alfred Durkee replied.
 Good" Lillian returned. "Now everybody except Mrs. Durkee get out of here. Katie. bring a blanket. some sheets, and one of Mrs. Graham's old nightdresses from her room. I shall have to cut the gown"
 Even through the terrible scorching heat which seemed to envelop my body realized that Lillian. as always. was dominating the situation. I could hear the snip of her scissors as she cut away the pieces of burned cloth, and the low toned directions to Mrs. Durkee, which told me that Lillian al. was giving me the treatment neces- sary to alleviate my pain until the physician should arrive.
 I am sorry to confess 1t, but am a coward where physical pain is con- cerned. I am not one of those women who can bear the, torturing bangs of any illness or accident without an out cry. And, struggle as might, I could not repress the moan which rose to my lips.
 'I know. child." Lillian's tender hands held my writhing ones. her pitying eyes looked into mine; but she turned from me the next moment in for Robert Gordon, the man who had loved my m other, appeared, as if from nowhere. at her side, twisting his hands to- gether and muttering words which could not believe to be real, so strange and disjointed were they. felt that they must be only fantasies of my confused brain.
 What Mir. Gordon Said.
 "Mr. Gordon, this will never do. Lillian said sternly. II thought had sent everyone out of the room except Mrs. Durkee."
 .I know-I am going right away again. But I had to come this time. Is she going to die?"
 Mot if I can get a chance to attend to her without everybody bothering me. am very sure she Is not serf- ously injured. Now, you must go away
 Mir. Gordon fled at once. And Lillian and Mrs. Durkee worked so swiftly and skilfully that when the physician, a kindly, elderly practttion- CT from Crest Haven arrived, my pain had been assuaged.
 He looked searchingly at me. criti- cally, and then with professional ad- miration at the bandages. and ques- tioned Lillian at some length as to the solutions she had used in treating the burns and the extent of the wounds.