The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-20
MAGAZINE
''THE WHITE MOLL''
 FRANK L. PACKARD Appearing every day in serial form in the Magazine Section of The Times.
FRANK l.. PACKARD

The officer returned
 'It's all right" he said. Flows she seem ?''
 Rhoda Gray shook her head.
 A passer-by stopped, asked what was the matter-and fingered curi- ously. Another, and another, did the same. A little crowd collected. The officer kept them back. Came then thestrident clang of a gong and the rapid beat of rhorses' hoofs. A white coated figure jumped from the anbu- lance, pushed his way forward, and bent over the form in Rhoda Gray's lap. A moment more, and they were carrying Gypsy Nan to the ambu- lance
 Rhoda Gray spoke to the officer:
 ''I think perhaps I had better go with her.
 ''SureI'' said the officer.
 She caught snatches of the officers words, Gus he made a report to the doctor.
 e.. Found her here in the street Charlotte Green. nothing else .the While MblI straight as God makes 'em. she'll see the woman through" He turned to Rhoda Gray. You can get in there with them, miss.'
 
 reach the hospital but, before that time, Gypsy Nan. responding in a measure to stimulants, had regained consciousness. She insisted on cling ing to Rhoda Gray's hand as they carried in the stretcher.
 Don't leave mel" she pleaded And then, for the first time, Gypsy Mans nerve seemed to fail her. "I-oh, my God-I-I don't want to dfe!" she cried out.
 But a moment later, inside the hospital, as the admitting officer be- gan to ask questions of Rhoda Gray, Gypsy Nan had apparently recovered her grip upon herself.
 "Ah, let her alone!" she broke in. "She doesn't know me any more than you do. She found me on the street. But she was good to me, God bless her!"
 Your names Charlotte Green? Yes?" The man nodded. Where do you liver"
 Wherever ike!" Gypsy Nan was smarltng truculent1y now, What's 1t matter where I live? Don't you ever have any one come here without a letter from the pastor of her church." She pulled out the pack age of banknotes. You aren't going IO Sel SIuCh. HIS II see you through whatever happens. Give me a-a private room, and"-her. voice was weakening rapidly - ''and" - there came a bitter, facetfouS laugh-''the best you've got" Her voice was weak ening rapidly.
 They carried her upstairs. She still insisted on cIinging to Rhoda Gray's hand.
 Don't leave me!' she pleaded again, as they reached the door of a private room, and Rhoda Gray disen- gagged her hand gently.
 'T'l stay outside here" Rhoda Gray promised. "I won't go away without seeing you again."
 Rhoda Gray sat down on settee in the hall. She glanced at her wrist watch. It was ve minutes of eleven. Doctors and nurses came and went from the room. Then a great quiet seemed to settle down around ther. A half hour passed. A doctor went in to the room, and presently came out again. She intercepted him as he came along the corridor.
 He shook his head.
 She did not understand his techni- cal explanation. There, was some thing about clot of blood stobpage. But as she resumed her seat, she un- derstood very fully that the end was near. The woman was resting quiet ly now, the doctor had said, but if she, Rhoda Gray, cared to wait, she could SC the other before leaving the
 And so she waited. She had prom ised Gypsy Nan she would. hospital.
 The minutes dragged along. A quarter of an hour passed. Still an- oil icrIa utes more went by, and then a nurse came out of the room, and, standing by the door, beckoned to Rroda Gray
 ''She is asking for you,' the nurse said. "Please do not stay more than few minutes I shall be outside here, and if you notice the slightest change, call be instantly"
 Rhoda Gray nodded.
 "I understand" sh said.
 The door slosed softly behind her. She was smiling cheerily as she crossed the room and bent over Gypsy Nan.
 The woman stretchedout her hand
 .'The While MolE" she whispered. "Ffe told the truth. that bull did straight as they make 'em, and
 Don't try to talk" Rlhoda Gray in- terrupted gently. Wait until you are little stronger
 stronger" Gypsy Nan shook her head Don't try to kid me. know. They told me. I'd have known it anyway. I'm going out.'
 Rhoda Gray found no answer for a moment. A great lump had risen in her throat. Neither would she have needed to be told; she, too, would have known it anyway-lt was stamped in the gray pallor Of the woman's face. She pressed Gypsy Mans hand.
 And then Gypsy Nan spoke again, queer, yearnirig hesitancy in her voice:
 "Do-do you believe in God ?"
 Yes said Rhoda Gray simply
 Gypsy Nan closer her eyeS\
 ''Do-do you think there is out throwing down ones pals, one tries to make good %
 "Yes" said Rhoda Cray again.