New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1919-05-18
was a terrible thing, so impossible to
overcome.

was terrible thing, so impossible to
| overcome.
"Car three, section seven!"
| Would he ever forget the night he
had first seen her being carried into
the Mercy General on that canvas am
bulance stretcher, her temple bruised,
one arm broken and internal injuries
for which she had to be operated on at
oncea torn diaphragm, for one thing
and Of how she had instantly fasci-
mated him? Her hair was loose and
had fallen over one shoulder, her hands
limp. Those hands! That picture!
He had been visiting his old friend
Dr. Dorsey and had wondered who she
was, how she came to be in such a
dreadful accident and thought her so
beautiful. Think Of how her beauty
might have been marred, only it wasn't,
| thank goodness!
His Telegram, should be delvcred in
owe hour, at most--that epould reach her
in time!
Then and there he had decided that
he must know her if she did not die,
that; perhaps she might like him as he
did her, on the instant; had actually
suffered tortures for fear she would
not! Think Of that! Love at first
sight for him-and for one who had
since caused him so much suffering
-
and near to death! 1t was wonderful,
wasn't it?
Hos0 stufy these trains a0ere aohefs one
first entered thep1--coGl smoky!
And that opera ton! What solemn
thing it was, really, with only himself,
the doctor and three nurses in the
empty operating room that night. Dor
sey was so tall, 80 solemn, but always
so courageous. He had asked if he
might not be present, although he did
not know her, and because there were
no relatives about to bar him out, no
one to look after her or to tell who she
was, the accident having occurred after
midnight in the suburbs, he had been
allowed by Dorsey to come in.
ayes, put tkems-down here"
He had pulled on a white slip over
his business suit, and clean white
cotton gloves on his hands, and had
then been allowed to come into the OBJ
servation gallery while Dorsey, as
sisted by the hospital staff, had OBJ
Grated on her. He saw her cut open
the blood-heard her groan heavily
under ether! The pity Of 1.-THE fear
he had felt that she might not come to!
How the memory Of her sweet, pretty
face, hidden then under bandages and
q gas cone, had haunted hint
The train on this other track, its
aoindo1os oil polished, its dining car
tables set and its lamps already glo1c-
ing!
That was another Of those fool
dreams of his of love and happiness
that had tortured him so of late. From
the first, almost without quite knowing
it, he had been bewitched, stricken with
this fever, and could not possibly think
of her dying. And afterward, with her
broken arm set and her torn diaphragm
mended, he had followed her into the
private room which he had ordered and
had charged to himself Dorsey must
have thought it queer!), and then had
waited so restlessly at his club until
the next morning, when, standing be-
side her bed, he had said: "You DONE
know me, but my name is Garrison.
Upham Bralnerd Garrison. Perhaps
you know of our family here in G..
the Willard Garrisons. saw you
brought in last night. I want to be of
service to you if l may, to notify your
friends and be of any other use that 7
can. May II"
2 How we'll he remembered saving
j that, formulating It all beforehand, and
n then being so delighted when she ac-
r cepted his services with a peculiar
] quizzical smile-that odd evasive
= glance of hers
8 Men struck car Dheels this ,cau. no
q DOUBT. IN order to see that then acre
II not broken, liable to fly to pieces vhen
t the train a0os running fast and so de-
4 stroy the Hues of alll
And then she had given him her ad
dress-her mothers, rather, to whom
y ne went at once, bringing her back with
, him. And the flowers he had sent. and
= the fruit, and the gifts generally
y everything he thought she might like!
- And then that queer friendship with
ldelle afterward, his quickly realized
dream Of bliss when she had let him
- call on her daily, not telling him any
, thing Of herself, of course. evadirg him
. rather, and letting him think what he
~ would, just tolerating him. Yes, she
- had played her game fair enough, nc
- doubt, only he was SO eager to believe
., that everything was going to be per-
feet with them-smooth, easy, lasting
bliss always. What fool of love he
~ really was.
IL, What disgusting fat woman coming