New Mexico state record. (Santa Fe, N.M.) 1914-19??, 1919-09-12

| rolled out on q bed. Two nurses pro-
ceeded to undress her and battle her,
Then an older doctor came in and ex-
amined her injuries. She blazed with
shame, one complete blush; but to
| him she was hardly more than a car
brought to a garage. He nodded cheer
fully and said:
and no internal arrangements that
can discover. A few burns. that's all.
and a big shock"
"Is Leila hurt much?" Daphne
mumbied.
"She is hurt a trifle worse than you.
But she'll come round all right"
81 don't believe you !" said Daphne.
and sighed, Poor Bayard!"
"WhO is Bayard?"
MY brOther-her husband"
"Ah, the young man who was The
other young man was not your hus-
band, them"
Daphne shook her head. "He is no
relatiOn-a friend"
perhaps we'd better notify Bayard.
What's his last name? Has he a tele-
phOne?"
Daphne muttered his name and num-
Der. Then her head was lifted. a cap
sule placed in her mouth, and a glass
Of water held to her lips. When she
was restored to her pillow a sedative
was within her to subdue the riot Of
her thoughts.
She wondered what Duane would
think of her now. She remembered
the money she had asked him to lend
her. 1t would be In the mornings
mail. But she would not be there to
open 1t. Mrs. Chlvvis might not dare
to.
All her acquaintance began to march
past Daphne's brain in review.
Thoughts and ~half-thOughts and whim-
sizes danced through her mind In a car
nival Of stupor and frenzy. while to
the eyes Of the nurses she lay still and
slept.
In another room Leila was shrek
Ing and fighting, whimpering and
moaning, a torn gazelle under the
claws and fangs Of tigerish pain. Abb
ruptly there came a lethal silence also
from her. They had succeeded In
drugging her at last.
When Daphne had left Bayard in
the afternoon she had found that he
was depressed. but not how deeply.
She supposed that his money loss was
only "A failure Of expected profits, or
the mishap of an investment. She
did not dream that he was crippled
financially.
Bayard was so f%Orlorn. Sc profound
ly ashamed of his bad g~uesswork,
that he could not bear to show his
at any Of his clubs that night.
He had boosted there too often of
bought heavily Of the stock. He
had persuaded o many Of his friends
to Invest In 1t.
So he went where busy men 60
other places are closed to them.
He went home. When he reached his
apartment he found that Leila had
given the servants a night out.
Leila had left no word Of her own
plans. After n forlorn delay Bayard
called for Daphne. She was gone, too,
with no word OF her return.
At last the telephone rang. A mans
voice spoke and explained that 1t
spoke from the hospital.
us Mr.. Kip there? Is this Mr.. Kip?
Mr.. Bayard Kip? Your wife Is here,
and your sister. and your friend Weth-
erell-autOmobile accident-out here
on Long lsland-pretty bad smash.
wife's not very well-better
out-as o as you can"
The world reeled. Bayard seized his
nat. played a tattoo on the elevator
,ell. darted into the street, yelled ut n
-axicab with ~ferocity. got In. ordered
he driver to ''go like hell" He kept
his head out to howl at him.
At the hospital he questioned the in
erne f~iercely about Leila and Daphne,
md had evasive answers. He did not
Isk about Wetherell, but the inferno
volunteered the news that he was
lead.
That made the ultimate difference.
stopped short in awe, his fore
read cold AS If a clammy hand had
'een laid on IL. Death was at work.
Where would he stop?
In the chill white aisle Of the CORR
or his frenzy gave place to a sense
f bitter cold. A chill white nurse led
past doors and doors to n room
where in n white bed lay a chill white
hing, a cylinder of cotton.
Leila's face was almost invisible In
andages: her whole body crisscrossed
nd swaddled. She was an Egyptian
mummied. For a moment her
oul came out of the drug at his gasp
f pity. II ran about inside its cocoon
rying to find a nerve to pull or a
MUSCLE to signal to him outside. The
lifting Of her hand brought from