The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1920-12-18
{Continued.) CHAPTER CxLVIII.

CHAPTER CLvIIL
 'tSo you've never been matron of | honor at a wedding!" cried Betty, 1T | high good humor at her own joke | Well, do you think, as a special ia | vor to every one, you could manag" co be- .sTomorrow." interrupted Terry ir a tone that sounded like a chant ot victory and hymn of praise in one.
 Here, here, sister Anne; I'll dis enfranchise you as sister if yot spoil my work for me! It's taker me deuce of a while to make Betty 1 see the light. Now don't reope1 l ne argument It's c1osedl'' Terrys voice was jolly and friend | ly, but there was the light of com | mand in his eyes. It was Betty who explained with sweet womanli- | ness: l "He wants to take care of me | Anne And I'm proud to let him. | guess I've always wanted to be taker care of anyway And I never | have before -
 so gently that I knew it was just tc l Terry she spoke-not to me, and l | began to think I had better run off for another walk with Miss Moss But Terry was managing things now, and le thought otherwise.
 | Now, here's the plan, sister, said .e. I'm going back to the city at ,nce to attend to a few details. To-
 
 1 md Virginia and Tony-our wedding
 nests. A minister, a license-and
 here you are. The bride has no | rouble at all, not even the trous- | iob."
 1 Where do I come in?'' I asked, di- ] ided between delight at Terry's eff 7cient planning and the longing to
 You stay and keep Betty from
 unning away and deserting me at the
 tar ordered Terry.
 ringing the doctor and assis tant l lurse to dress Betty's arm. Terry | nd sat in the waiting room while | 1at went on, and the dear lad groan- 1 ed and fumed I am sure he never | would have dreamed of doing under
 ire. Then another wee visit with Betty, and immediately thereafter ! Terry was wringing my hand on the pairing for his dash back to town.
 You'll take care of her while I'm | -one?" he begged.
 Very solemnly I assured him thai
 would but I didn't dream how
 would be called on to redeem tha' 1 'romise.
 Then; nghthsartedly he ar and and 5oyouzly ,e1=E,
 where Betty lay and to the very doc l If her room. At the first touch o
 fly hand to the knob the door open ! i and out came MISS MOSS 1OOk1n: l very gray and old.
 They've hurt her so, the bray
 arling,'' she said, leaning up agains
 mo for a moment in the relaxation she had stiffened back into the i'm | rersonal mold of the nurse. o
 enst mt go in now. They've give
 her a sedative and she'll sleep. Per ! laps she's had too much excitemen
 or one day.
 well, she ought to get a goo
 rest" I agreed, flor she's going to b
 ,,arried tomorrow"
 l "What?" gasped Miss Moss in
 thin, shaking voice.
 '-They're going to be married-t
 be married tomorrow" I carolle
 joyously, though I didn't forget t
 Miss Moss little figure grew tense
 and then she turned and fitte
 wraith-like down the corridor befor
 me. I had to follow where sh
 led.
 At the door of the waiting roor
 she stopped and started to speal
 Her indecisive little chin quivered, he
 all of sudden she sped away, wit
 a ha1f-sobbed, "Wait, I'll send tn
 doctor.'
 She hadn't said a word of rejoic
 ing over Betty's coming marriage. l. With an ugly feeling of premon ts tion I went into the ohld-be-chee1 ts ts ful waiting room and tried chair afte sa chair in a vain effort to find a pla6 i. is where I could remain in quiet wal ts t ing. Mercifully the doctor cam a+ quickly.
 ts He was 8 tall. slim, b1aclz-thatche
 man with piercing eyes and sharl ,b keen features. As I looked at hi1 ;n l got the impression of science an ta skill. I felt that I would trust D in Lucas, that would believe whateve d hn said, but I wasn't sure I cou1 nv like him.
 ,g ,S Nurse Moss tells me that you ar n Mrs. Bryce's dearest friend, Mrs. Hal .I- rison,'' he said.
 al I found myself flushing with plea: it ure as I went forward to take u ss firm, brown hand held out to me.
 'are you aS brave as you are d' te voted ?" he asked.
 s- "Yes, yes Why do you ask ?'' it. questioned nervously. ds 'She doesn't know! We don't wal ry her to know, since there is no nee
 but the patient has only one chant
 in a hundred of recovering the us - of her arm,' said the doctor almo
 cold1y.
 Things turned black. for a mome1
 brave, beautiful, proud Betty d
 prived of the use of her right arm
 disabled, partly he1pIess-beautif
 Petty paying her cruel share of II } it ieis seem CT true. And yet I felt instin
 lively that Dr. Lucas was man
 trust. ~ eve discovered an unlocked f.
 complication when we dressed u Il arm. She has only about one chan' J., in a hundred" he said again. tAr n- the nurse tells me that she's plal ts ming to to be married tomorrow. Ile l must tell her fiance that-she or probably never be able to use h. he hand again.
 gh s'No, doctor, please!'' gaspe w 'Iet me. I'll tellIIl1 tell anyone WI n, has right to know. D. el, CHAPTER CNLIA h. When I promised Dr. Lucas tn ee I'd tell any one who had to kno 1,s that our Betty had only one cham eh in a hundred to recover the use no her right arm, I hadn't more ths .e half an idea what I meant. And y nd I suppose my decision rested con est pietely IorIieu anu uheMhdhseao M oiS mt beginning. Now I realize that Il S1n hat