The Washington times. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1902-1939, 1921-11-13

There's the Three Pines not two
mile farther on that's kept BY Q
man mean enough to have let
him die outdoors all he wanted to.
MRS. GARDE-You mean to say
this man is III. wounded?
MRS. MEGGS-To be sure I do and
like to die on me any minute. A
bad thing II Ia for respectable
house like the Bellevoo to have a
casualty on its hands that will
bring In tho coroner and the po-
lice and the newspapers.
MRS. GARDE (n,oues nearer the
coSch, at once fascinated and re
PEELED. Dorenne Hes wotionless,
his face totodrd the pall, dppdr-
emtly DELICIOUS to his surround
inOs. Poor fellow! Can moth
ing be done for him?
MRS. MEGGS--I guess not. He's
pretty bad. l bandaged him up
the best could, but I'm thinking
he won't last out the night.
tried to get the doctor in Ham.
mondale but the wires was al
ready down. But l doubt IL any
doctor could help a man that's
stuck a knife half way through
hisself mrs Garde shudders)
He could have given me GER
tificate, though A woman keep
ing a hotel all alone like me
can't be too careful and certlfi-
cate Is the only thing that helps
In q casualty was hoping you
might turn out TO be doctor but
you'd be carrying a little black
bag
GARDE-Me a physician? Heav-
ems. no! I'd go for one II It were
humanity possible
MRS GARDE-Oh but It isn't Not
in this horrible storm
MRS MEGGS-Hammondale's the
nea rest place where there's a doc.
tor and It's Ave miles away.
CtRDE-woIl, 10 the poor devil
does die. it's nj least what he
wanted The knitting really seems
superfiuous. though He need ONLY
have lain down in snowdrift
Warns his hands In front Of
siore) I'll register as soon as
I've thawe6 out little. We are
Mr. and Mrs Chester Garde. We
came ND for the skating on Lake
Belle. Wish we had skis with
MS instead OF skates
MRS MEGGS-Can II be. now. that
YOU are the great writer, Chester
Garde?
GARDE-I do earn q living OF sorts
by my Den, or rather, my type
writer
MRS MEGGS-Well, now. amt
that the wonderful coin ci-dence,
Mrs. Garde? Why there's stor-
les OF yours right in them maya.
zines on the table and it's not
three weeks ago that ! see In
Hammondale the grand movie
that was made from your Pen
atty OF Passion" It was elegant.
And now you're here yourself.
Amt It strange how things come
about?
Stories everywhere, Mrs.
Meggs. s
MRS MEGGS-Yes. indeed. It's a
great honor for the Bellevoo. /
only wish II was the season. You
should come up here with Mr..
Carde when It's the season. Mrs.
Carde. It's lovely place when
the country round about is green
and cater to the best class of
people I'm very careful. Mrs.
Garde. The Three Pines amt so
particular what sort 1t takes In,
but a lone woman and a widow
can't be too careful.
MRS. GARDE-Would ~ be posi-
Bile for us to have some coffee,
Mrs. Meggs, and perhaps a bite
TO eat? We had a very early
luncheon.
MRS. MEGGS-T've got water boil
ing on the stove right this min
ute, Mrs. Garde, and I'll get yon
up some sandwiches in no time.
MRS. GARDE-That will be fine.
(Erit Mrs. McggS through door
TO dining room. Mrs. Gorde
stands, shirering, BY stoUe.) !
wish we hadn't come. (Stdrts as
blast Of totnd strikes house furi-
oxsIv.) One seems to hear sinis-
ter things-wings Of destiny--or
Of Death.
GARDE flakes small notebook
from inside pocket and penciI.)
That's not bad, Elizabeth.
wings of destiny" (iorites) "or OF
Death"