The Dolores star., 1924-04-04
CHAPTER vIl-con.inued.


don't know anything about it. Musi
have stepped right in front of ii. |
guess. | sort of remember lot of
selling, and the next thing knew l
was in a bed in 81. Luke's hospital
I'm not damaged to speak of. Broken
rollar-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
skull Don't amount 10 anything
any of that. Tried to saddle a nurse
on mel I'D nonsense! Only I've
got such hi of headache I'm kind
Of mixed up. | can't seem to-remem-
ber"
I'm going to he your nurse" she
said. Then she asked. in a 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. | 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 Anson 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 1t? 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 we're
they?
you let my pockets alone" he
commanded her. truculently. 81 didn't
say I'd lost any papers. I'll remem-
her all right in a few hours. anyway.
My heads clearing mp. Just little
more letting alone-that's all l 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 readiusted
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.
'I do love you. Dad" she cried. II
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 a little Twentieth cen
tury Magdalen, squeezed the tears out
Of her eyes. and smiled at him. "I
hope you're going to be sick a good
long time so you can find out | 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 thar she
heard the door-bell ring. and a won
der whether 1t mightn't actually be
Jennie made her listen intently when
Anson opened the door 1t was.
though. rather coarse-sounding nan 5
voice asking for Mr.. Greer Anson
shut door at this point and she
heard no more, but 1t 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 II those papers he's been wur-
rying about?" Beatrice asked. Anson
couldn't say as to that. but they we're
what appeared to be some papers in