The Lancaster news. [volume] (Lancaster, S.C.) 1905-current, 1921-03-18

ly make up my mind that the tip-toer
was Maisie Ann. She looked as IL she
might be the nurses understudy. She
had nifty little lace cap on her thick
mop Of hair, and guess her apron
was meant to be nursey too. only It
was frilletl and tucked to a fare-you.
well.
"You poor. poor boyw she cooed
patting my pillow just like my grand
mother used to when I was q little
kid and had the mumps or the measles
"Are you still roaming around in the
Oregon woodsf"
That brought my dream. or one Of
them, back: the one about wandering
around in forest Of Doughs fir and
having to jump and dodge to keep the
big trees from falling on me and
smashing me.
mo more woods for mine" I said
sort Of feebly. And then: "Where
am II"
"You are in bed In the spare room
at Cousin Basil's. They wanted to
take you to the railroad hospital that
night. but when they telephoned up
here to try to find Mr.. Norcross.
Cousin Basil went right down and
brought you home with him in the am
bulance"
"'That night you say?" I parroted
ut was last night that the door fell
on me. wasn't itf'
II don't know anything about a door.
but the night that they fourd you all
burnt and crippled. lying at the foot
Of your Office stairs. was three days
ago. You have been out Of your head
nearly all the time ever since"
Burnt and crippled7 What hap
pened to me, Maisie Ann?"
Nobody knows; not even the doc
tors. We've been hoping that some
day you'd he able to tell us. Can't
you tell me now. Jimmie?"
I told her all there was to tell.
around among the words
the best I could. Then she told me
how the headquarters watchman had
found me about midnight: with my
right hand scorched black and the
rest ~ me apparently dead and ready
to be buried. The ambulance surgeon
had insisted. and was still insisting,
that I had been handling a live wire; {;
but there were no wires at all Ia the
lower hall, and nothing stronger than
an incandescent light current in the
entire Office building.
"And you say I've been here hang
ing on by my eyelashes for three days?
What has been going on In all that
HnIo OF hDl.
been here to see me?"
She gave little nod Everybody,
nearly. Mr. Van Britt has been up
every day, and sometimes twice !: day.
He has been awfully anxious for you
to come alive"
But Mr.. Norcross?" qucried
Hasn't he been up?"
She shook her head ard turnn' =
face away, and she was iuokine
straight OFT OF the window at the set
ting ~. when she asked "When was
the last time you saw Mr.. NorcrOss.
Simmie?"
Z chnkcH Njtle over big scare
mat seemed Ia rush NJ. on. IF the
Ded-clothcS TO smother me. But ]
made out To answer her question, tell
ing her how Gr. NorcroSs had left the
Office maybe half an hour or SO before
l did, that night, going uptown with
Mr.. Ripley. Then l asked her why
she wanted to know.
Because nobody has seen him since
a little later that same night" she
said, saying 1t very softly and with
out turning her head. And then: Mr.
Van Britt found letter from Mr..
Norcross on his desk the mex: morning.
1t was just a little typewriter note.
on q Hotel Bullard letter sheet. say
Ing that he had made up his mind
that the Pioneer Short Line wasn't
worth fighting for, and that he was
resiGning and taking the midnight
train for the East"
/ sat straight up In bed; l should
have had to do 1t II both arms had
been burnt to a crisp clear to the
shoulders.
"Resigned?-gave up and ran away7
l don't believe that for a single min
ute, Maisie Ann I burst out.
She was shaking her head again.
still without turning her face so that
l could see It,
lin afraid it's all true. Jimmie.
There were two kilograms that came
to Mr.. NOrcross the night he went
away; one from Mr.. Chadwick and the
other from Mr.. Dunton. 1 heard Mr..
Van Britt telling Cousin Sheila what
the messages were. He'd seen the
copies CT them that they keep In the
telegraph Office"
1t was on my tongues end to say
that Mr.. NOrcrOss never had seen those
two kilograms. because I had them In
my pocket and was on my way to de-