The Ely miner. [volume] (Ely, Minn.) 1895-1986, 1924-03-28
CHAPTER vli-continued.

CHAR Vtf-SOuktttuC0.
b.
Hit by a motorcar, II seems.
don't know anything about 1t. Must
have stepped right in front of 1t,
guess. | sort of remember lot OF
yelling, and the next thing ! knew
was in bed in st. Luke's hospital
I'm not damaged to speak of. Broken
collar-bone and something in my arm
Half dozen stitches in my scalp
They thought my skull was fractured
at first, but Ii isn't that kind of a
skull. Don't amount to anything
any of that. Tried to saddle nurse
on me! DID nonsense! Only I've
got such HI of a headache I'm KIND
of mixed up. l can't seem to-remem-
ber."
I'm golng TO be your nurse" she
said. Then she asked, in more or
less automatic attempt TO explore his
lack of memory where were you
when all this happened?'
He stared hard at her, and that
same frightened look came back Into
his face. 81 don't know" he admit
ted. Must have been wandering
round, myself, l guess. I'd been to
see I'd been to some office or other.
There were some papers You see,
they undressed me at the hospital.
had Arson look through my clothes
and he says they aren't there"
She volunteered to go through his
pockets for the papers she understood
him TO say were missing. This was
what he meant, wasn't it?> And If she
didn't turn them up she could tele-
phone the hospital and find out If they
were there. What sort of papers '7ere
they?
You let my pockets alone" he
commanded her, truculently. II didn't
say I'd lost any papers. I'll remem-
Der all right in few hours, anyway.
My heads clearing up. Just a little
more letting alone-that's all | need.
You'd better go away now and let me
see If l can't get to sleep"
She rose obediently, moved the chair
out of the way, minutely readjusted
sundry small articles on the night
table, started toward the door at last.
and then with long-suppressed sob
came back to him, kneeled down be
side the bed. and laid her cheek gently
upon his hand.
81 do love you. Dad!" she cried. 81
want you to love me again. want
you to forgive me for being such a
beast to you"
He did not speak. but his hand
stirred and lightly stroked her face.
She kissed the palm, sat back upon
her heels like little Twentieth GEN.
fury Magdalen, squeezed the tears out
of her eyes, and smiled at him. 81
hope you're going to be sick good
long time so you can find out l really
mean It." she added.
1t was while she was eating her
solitary meal and wishing she'd tele-
phOned Jennie Macarthur to come
down and share 1t with her that she
heard the door-bell ring. and won-
der whether 1t mightn't actually be
Jennie made her listen intently when
Arson opened the door. 1t was,
though, rather CORRESPONDING mans
voice asking for Mr.. Greer Arson
shut a door at this point and she
heard no more, but it struck her as
odd that it took him as long as it did
to get rid of the visitor He explained
upon resuming his duties in the din
ing-room that the man had found
something her father had evidently
lost and had been disposed to insist
on seeing Mr.. Greer with the idea of
being rewarded for his trouble. An
son had satisfied him by paying him
five dollars out Of his own pocket
"Was it those papers he's been wor-
rying about?" Beatrice asked. Arson
couldn't say as to that, but they were
what appeared to be some papers in
a very dirty envelop, addressed to Mr..
Greer. He had put them on Mr..
Greer's writing-desk in the library.
1t was in spirit of sheer idleness
that the girl, when she had repaired
to this room for an after dinner cigar
at the envelop. 1t was plain legal
size envelop that had been sealed and
roughly torn open. 1t was Aerumpled
and smeared with mud, and the sheaf
of typewriter sheets it contained
bulged out little and was threatened
with contamination. The impulse that
moved her to withdraw it altogether