Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1919-05-23

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:
mot a bone broken, young lady,
| and no internal arrangements that I
can discover. A few burns, that's all,
and a big shock"
"Is Leila hurt much?" Daphne
mumbled.
"She is hurt a trifie 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 a was not your hus-
band, them"
Daphne shook her head. HE is no.
relation 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 it. Mrs. Chivvis 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. Alb
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 sc f~orlorn, so profound
~ ashamed of his bad g~uesswork,
that he could not bear to show his
face at any Of his clubs that night.
He had boosted there too often of
having bought heavily of the stock. He
had persuaded too many of his friends
to invest In it.
So he went where busy men go
when 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 a 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 it
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 Island-pretty bad smash.
Your wffe's not very well-better
come out-as soon as you can"
The world reeled. Bayard seized his
hat, played a tattoo on the elevator
bell, darted into the street, yelled at a
taxicab with ferocity, got in, ordered
the driver to "go like hell" He kept
putting his head out to howl it him.
AT the hospital he questioned the in
terne iercely about Leila and Daphne,
and had evasive answers. He did not
ask about Wetherell, but the inferno
volunteered the news that he was
dead.
That made the ultimate difference.
Bayard stopped short in awe, his fore
head cold as if a clammy hand had
been laid on it. Death was at work.
| Where would he stop?
In the chill white aisle of the CORR
dor his frenzy gave place to a sense
of bitter cold. A chill white nurse led
him past doors and doors to a
where in a white bed lay a chill white
thing, a cylinder of cotton.
Leila's face was almost invisible in
bandages; her whole body crisscrossed
and swaddled. She was an Egyptian
princess mummied. For a moment her
soul came out of the drug at his gasp
of pity. It ran about inside its oco
trying to find a nerve to pull or a
muscle to signal to him outside. The
mere lifting of her hand brought from