Atlanta tri-weekly journal. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1920-19??, 1920-10-09

heard you fall" she said.
Lie still, Nora. Are you in much
pain?"
mot so bad-my hip-I think l
must have twisted it some way. 1t
always has s+n been easily syy strained L.
Rosalie?'
Just lie still moment" Rosalie
beckoned DR.. Finley to one side.
IF she is not badly hurt could
she not be brought back here?" she
asked. II would much rather, even
if we had to have nurse"
1T would be possible. but rather
foolish, of course. Hospital equip
Anyhow, it would depend on the ma
ture of the injury. I will call an
ambulance at once"
While he was doing this Rosalie
returned to Nora, striving to make
her comfortable with cushions. She
said nothing. but followed the ply
stepped back beside her, asked:
Am 1 to be lame? You know, real
ly lame and go on crutches?"
ooh, I think not" reassuringly.
"It may be simple fracture that
me-"
81 am sorry. deserve it," Nora's
deep eyes, fixed full on his, were
guarantee of her sincerity. The
young neurologist felt a heightened
interest in the case. It was a GU
rious sort of an accident and the
it would not do to question now. The
pain was evidently increasing. Her
white lips contracted with the eff
fort to withhold expression.
By the time the ambulance had
arrived, the young doctor had quite
decided Se to H ksep was fRs
without a personal touch. 1t would
| have been impossible to come in
contact with Morals beauty of face
and form without paying tribute.
And DR.. Findlay was not an in
lie greatly, as a decidedly hand
some young woman. Moreover, al
ready a person of successful attain
ment. 1t would undoubtedly be a
pleasant place to call, if it could be
arranged, to have the injured girl
It was quite easily arranged as
proved to be quite simple; not much
more than a bad sprain. 1t would
care of visiting nurse twice day.
All these details were settled quick
ly by the influential, authoritative
young doctor
The next day found Nora in her
own bed at home. She had no,
talk until DR.. Findlay called late in
the afternoon.
Rosalie had also planned to be at
home, but a business conference
MED, detained her, She chafed with
| impotence not at all in accord with
the harmonious principles of the
Higher Life.
bending over Nora who, pushing
rant forelock which always seized
opportunity to escape, extended the
other in eager greeting.
There is something I want to
tell you about my accident. 1t wor-
ries me, I could not sleep. I want
to get it off my mind. DO you
| carer"
mot at all. In fact, that is why I
came. 1t seemed to me there was
more wrong than that fall. Wrench
ed nerves are worse than wrenched
| muscles. Tell me about it."
His manner was easy and invit-
ing. She had to speak to some one
or 20 mad; The flo loo opened:
not really famed was because I de-
| serve that and more. Perhaps Rosa
lie told you-about my husband?'
DR.. Findlay nodded.
| veil, tnere were otner LHlnBS
she may have told you and may not.
messages and spirits coming back.
1 do not-well, not quite. But I
said that about being lame because
I do love dancing, and, with Roger
hardly six months dead, I was
dancing by myself when it seemed
to me that he--Robert-had come
behind me and was trying to catch
me in his arms.
And I was trying to get away
don't know what I was trying to do.
Then the door pulled open. I turn
ed suddenly, and so l fell.
GAS I look back it was like
terrible dream, yet wonderful in a
way. If I could really feel that
Roger was that near me-and yet
not be frightened"
CHAPTER XIV
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