The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1923-10-09
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she would not be allowed on the
grounds. The sun, though, was rising
on model June day, rare enough for
any poets praise.
He knew that there was no chance
of her appearing before 10 o'clock;
and so after breakfast he went to the
office and pretended to be deep In his
research work, although his eyes were
constantly seeking the clock.
On the stroke of ten, he hurried
out. but only to find her closely at
tended by the nurse who had been
with her the day before. The same
thing was true at eleven, and again
at twelve.
But when he made his next recon
noissance, his heart leaped. Hope,
as ne called her now to himself, was
sitting alone on the stone bench
where he had talked to her the day
before. She was writing on her pad
as usual. and the nurse had turned
her attention to a more difficult pa
tent
Kelsey sat down a foot or two
away from her, and pretended to
The girl went on scribbling, her
face turned little away from KEEL
sey: but as he seated himself she be
gan talking low and fast.
Let me talk first" she said I've
got to make clear to you my plan.
for getting away. while L have the
chance. DR.. Bristow is going to town
this EVENING""
''Oh. yes" he answered. at heard
him on the telephone this morning
telling the chairman that he would
be at the meeting without fail"
Then we can manage it," There
was a thrill in her voice. Listen"
And while she scrubbed, she un-
folded to him plan so simple and
yet so supremely audacious that it
ook his breath Before she had half
finished, he had caught her idea and
was on fire with it.
He drew his cap down over his eyes.
and clasp1ng his hands behind his
head. stretched his feet out lazily.
The nurse came toward them, and
Hope. with swift movement. slipped
her pencil beneath her on the bench.
She looked nervously about and then
as the woman stood before her, she
glanced up with troubled appeal
I've lost my pencil" she said. at
was writing a beautiful story. but
what can 1 do without a pencil?"
Kelsey, as If he hadn't noticed her
before, took pencil from his pocket
and handed it to her. She thanked
him and began to write again.
She'll keep that up for hours" the
nurse smiled at Kelsey. mot a word
out OF her and never moving from the
spot. Lucky for me. too. Her sister
is on the-sick list and I've got charge
of Verna, but my hands are full this
afternoon with Miss Susy Doane.
She's seeing Washers peeping out
from behind every bush, trying to fsrt
with her."
She was interrupted by a scream.
The patient she had just left was
backing away in terror from a pass
ing ardener.
IAN right. Miss Susy," called the
nurse. He won't speak to you I'll
be right there and protect you"
She turned to the girl on the bench.
Now, you'll stay here. dear, until 1
come for you, won't your" Then she
hurried away.
There's only one thing that both |
ers me-" Hope resumed the discussion
Of their plan, "and that's the ques-
ton Of time. They force us to go in
at 6 o'clock, you know, and you may
not be able to do your part so soon.
II not, 1 must stay behind
81 will never leave without you,"
Kelsey declared firmly.
They talked a moment or two long
er, and then Kelsey, giving start
as If he had just awakened from a
reverie, got up and walked back to
the house.
His sleepless night, the full realiZa.
ton Of the dangers that threatened
Hope, the feeling that he was about
20 embark on the most momentous
adventure of his life had left him
haggard and pale.
Back in the office again. he worked
steadily for a few minutes, and then
dropped his pen and pressed his hand
to his temples with an uncomfortable
groan.
Something the matter. Doctor?''
Bristow's secretary. who was work
ing across the room, looked up SYM
pathetically. T
"A touch Of my old enemy. neural
gia-'' Kelsey answered. 81 slept in a
Craft last night"
why don't you lay off? urged
he secretary. III explain to DIR.
Bristow."
NO" said Kelsey drearily; I'm
stick. It's rather important to get
these notes off this afternoon. 1 had
pretty bad twinge just now, but it
may pass away"
But again and again during the
afternoon, he writhed in unmistakable
rain. After the secretary left at 5
o'clock, he made hardly any pretense
at writing, but sat with his head in
his hands, twisting about in his chair
IS each fresh paroxysm seized him.
At about ten minutes of six Bris-
tow came in, wearing a cap and a mo
tor coat over his evening clothes,
ready to start for town, and he at once
noticed the condition of his collabora-
tor.
What's wrong MANI" he asked
quickly. You look done up
"One Of my CHASTITY neuralgia at.
tacks." Kelsey tried to suppress an
other groan. I'm afraid L haven't
been able TO accomplish much this
afternoon. The darned thing has bee
growing worse all day, and although
I've tried all my usual remedies, 1
don't seem to get on top of it. I'm
wondering If YOU will give me a shot