The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1922-03-18
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For a moment neither spoke, then Gypsy Nan broke the silence with H bitter laugh. She threw back the hedclothes, and, gripping at the edge of the bed. sat up.
 ''The White MolI,'' Tha words rattled in her throat. A fec5 of blood showed on her lips. Well, You know now. You're going to help me, aren't you? live got to get out Of here-get to a, hospital
 Rhode Gray laid her hands firmly lon the others shoulders.
 Get back into bed,' she said stead fly. Do you want to mako your self worse2 You'll kill yourself.''
 Gypsy Nan pushed her away.
 Don't make me use up what little strength I've got left in talking she cried out piteously, and suddenly wrung her hands together. I'm wanted by the police. If I'm caught, it's-it's that chair I couldn't have Ia doctor brought here. could I? How long would it be before he saw that Gypsy Nan was a fake? I can't let you go and have an ambulance, say, come and get me, can I, even with the disguise hidden away? They'd say this is where Gypsy Nan lives. There's something queer here. Where is Gypsy Nan? I've got to get away from here-away from
 
 It's death one way: maybe it is the other. maybe. it'll sf1pish me 10 get out of here, but it's the 'only thing left to do. I thought some one. some one that I could trust, never mnd who, would have come today. but-but no one came and-and maybe now it's too late. but there's just the one chance, and I've got to take it. Gypsy Nan tore at the shawl around her throat as though it cholled her. and flung it from her shoulders. Her eyes were cleaning with an unhealthy. fever ish light. Don't you see? We get out on the street. I collapse there. You find me. I tell you my name is Charlotte Green. That's all you know. There isn't much chance that anybody at the hospital would recog- nize me. I've got money I take a private room. Don't you under stand?"
 Rhoda Gray's face had gone little white. There was no doubt about the woman's serious condition. and yet and yet She stood there hesitant. There must be some other way, It was not likely even that the woman had strength enough to walk down the stairs to begin with. Strange things had come to her in this world of shadow, but none before like this. If the law got the woman it would cost the woman her life: if the wom- sn did not receive immediate and ad- eauate medical assistance it would cost the woman her life. Over and over, in her brain. like a dangling re- drain that thought repeated itself. It was not like her to stand hesitant before any emergency,no matter what that emergency might be She had never done it before, but now oa' S,,, plored sdon't stand there looking at me, Can't you understa nd? If I'm caught I go out. Do you think I'd have lived in this filthy hole if there had been any other way to save my life? Are you going to let me die here like a dog? Get me my clothes; oh. for Gods sake. get them, and
 A queer little smile came to Rhoda Gray's lips and her shoulders straightened back.
 Where are your clothes?" she ask ed. A God bIes. you." The tears were suddenly streaming down the griny face. .God bless theWhile MollI It's true! It's true-all they said about her." The woman had lost control of herself
 Nan, keep your nerve!" ordered Rhoda Gray almost brutallyt It was the White Moll in another light now, cool. calm. collected, efficient. Her. eyes swept Gypsy Nan The woman. who had obviously flung l-erself down on the bed fully dressed the night before was garbed in coarse, heavy boots, the cheapest of stockings which were also sadly in need of re- pair. a tattered and crumpled skirt of some rough material, and, previously hidden by the shawl. a soiled, greasy and spotted black blouse. Rhoda Gray.s forehead puckered into a frown .rWhat about your hands and face--they go with the clothes. ldon't theyz"