The Washington herald., 1921-03-29

OF THE WINGS.
. Il think you'd better come. doc
tor. The patient seems to be fail
Ing"
Without a word. the doctor turned
and followed the nurse.
Nancy looked anxiously at Edith.
Twonder II there is anything We
can do?"
Nothing but wait" murmured
Edith. dropping into a chair, rest
ing her chin on her hand.
Nancy wandered over to the nre,
moved an ornament on the mantel
restlessIy. and came back to Edith.
~You look wonderful tonight,
really Eddie. What has happened
To- transform you7"
Edith smiled absently.
Didn't / tell you that / had a
happy day? 1t was very selfish of
mes for i forgot all about poor
F1eurette."
Nancy shrugged.
my dear Edie. it's all very well
to have a fund Of human sympathy,
but one doesn't necessarily have to
wear sackcloth and ashes. because
ones dressmaker gets herself
smashed during Questionable
motor trip"
swell, what II she does? We all
have to sometime, you know. 1
think II I were a gorgeous creature
like Fleurette, and-er-well, like
her in other ways, / would rather
60 out while / was still young and
beautiful
Death is horrible. horrible"
cried Edith, springing up with
cienched hands.
Death is the great adventure,
corrected Nancy softly.
Edith looked at her strangely.
That Is what Frederick says
How curious! believe you and he
have much, in common. Nancy, do
you think that most of US are
wrongly mated?"
That's rather a large question"
PARTED Nancy. Take Gerry and me,
for instance. We have little in COM
mon. but II doesn't bother us very
much. OF course. I suppose in the
end we really do care about each
other, no matter how indifferent we
pretend to be-"
But" protested Edith. 'in the
love game, one always cares more
than the other. It's heartbreakins
TO be the one who cares"
But the doctor adores you" de-
clared Nancy.
The little smile that twisted
Edith's lips was more pathetic than
tearA
She made no reply. and Nancy
forbore to question her further.
The two women were silent. each
busy with her thoughts. though the
ears,of both were strained to catch
sound from the upper regions. Alb
solute quiet prevailed in the house.
The murmur of the lake was mo-
notopousiy distinct
Despite the warm glow OF the fire,
Nancy was conscious of that queer
chill that is psychic rather than
physical She sensed II as the chill
that comes from the passing of the
invisible wings Of death.
When soft-footed servant
treading noiselessly on the deep
rugs, announced dinner for the
third time. both she, and Edith
started.
I'VE will wait for DR.. IangweIl." :"
the latter said. quietly. And again
they were left alone.
Nancy sprang up and began, to
walk about restlessly.
Il don't like this suspense, Edie.
There's queer sort of foreboding
about it I'm beginning to wonder
IL there could be some terrible sig
nfncance In that telegram of Con-
nie'a
Edith raised her eyes. They
were dark with an expression that
Nancy could not read.
The answer Is here" she said
quietly. and added, as though irrel-
evantly:
And now I shall never know"
Nancy knew that she referred to
F1eurette's one conscious remark
after the accident. but before she
could put the question. the doctor
came in briskly.
How is Fleurette?" asked Nancy
quickly.
His gesture nodded explanation.
The end was very peaceful. 1t
was her heart. Too bad. other
wise, we would have pulled her
through nicely"
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