Evening star., 1926-12-08

4 mixture of detection and self-reliance
! mingled in a personality that eXhaled
! an intention to be master and servant
| at the same time.
$50 you're my nurse crOaked
! Trask indifferently.
yes, sir. But
! Keeler paused uncertainty.
But WHAT" demanded Trask.
well, you see, sir, 1 didn't expec,
to find you in a chair. The doctor
| didn't say anything about that"
Probably forgot, or didn't think II
was necessary What did he say
about me, anyhow"
"IIr-nothing much. sir. OF course
| there We're some instructions, sir. !
| might say, sir, that those things are
-well-just matters between us pro.
fessional men,
As he uttered the last words KeeleI
Strengthened his figure slightly and
| took off his hat.
Trask ventured q sidewise glance at
Trumbull and bit his lip. Then he
addressed himself to the man with
his back against the door.
Did he tell you | was case OF
nerves."
Something like that, sir. Yes; that
| was it,"
thing like that?"
"Only nursing, sir: good care, good
food. fresh air and exercise
"Wcll. you see how I'm fixed for
exercise
keeler nodded doubtfully.
Yes. sir: l see. It's queer he never
told me. But l guess l can handle
you
I'm subject TO fits Of despondency,
said Trask with a sigh.
'Of course, sir; we all are. / have
! EN- myself. Don't let that worry you,
! sir; III have you right in no time"
You understand you're going tC
Galveston with mc-and back?'
Yes. indeed. sir. 1 understand
! My stuff's aboard the steamship now
| Keeler fumbled his hat and once
. again surveyed the apartment OF
| Spencer Trumbull.
| shall we start. sir
! Quite ready, Mr.. Keeler.'
'keelcr if YOU please, sir.
"Certainly-keeler. This, by the
way, is my friend, Mr.. Trask.'
| The black -garbed figure bowed awk.
| wardly to Trumbull. who was stand
! ing in the center Of the room. Yet
| the scrutiny of his eyes was steady
/ and unembarrassed.
/ IF You don't mind my saying it,
! he observed placidly. "you look more
| like patient than Mr.. Trumbull
! here"
! Trumbull frowncd while the man in
| the wheel chair smiled.
Well be starting. kceler," he said
With a malicious glance at the man
who would not take his medicine.
! Certainly. sir. Your baggage"
''Snnt 0hn1r.1 shin I'x-.
only a few rugs and a shawl--and
this" lie tapped the arm of the
| chair.
Right, sir. The doctor has sent
his car for you. Well be off at once It
He crossed the room, stepped be-
hind the chair and grasped the bach
OF il with professional familiarity.
Mind opening the door. sir" hs
asked with Il nod at Trumbull
The latter silently performed tha,
office, and William Hamilton Trask
Wa, wheeled gently but eXpeditiously
out into tho hall and down the corri
! dor that led to the elevator. Trum.
bull followed.
I'm so as far as the car with
, YOU" he explained.
| In the lower hallway, when the
chair and its passenger had emerged
from lfle eISNdloE, lne procession was
arranged thus: An advance guard OF
two uniformed boys. the chariot and
its occupant, the engine of propulsion
(keeier), the embarrassed and bored
! figure of Spencer Trumhull. another
boy carrying steamer rugs, 4 porte,
! with grip. Trask had sagged him
self into u posture of misery.
Telephone for you. Mr.. Trumbull,
called voice.
| The procession halted abruptly al
| the desk and Trask looked over hi,
| shoulder.
/ You answer it, Bill" he said.
! Trumbull started. flushed family
I and bolted into the telephone booth
The procession moved on without
! him.
Can you step in. SIR" asked Keeler
as the chair halted at the open dool
of a limousine that stood at the curb
II can't even stand" said Trask
! looking his nurse squarely in the eye
Very good, sir.
\ second later the hak-recumben
: form of the man on wheels was gen
| tly lifted in a pair of prodigiously
wiry arms. The chauffeur volunteered
help. but was waved aside with /;
shake OF the head. This was Keeler''
job and he performed it with con