Plentywood herald. [volume] (Plentywood, Mont.) 1908-current, 1927-10-07

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nodding. and the fingers around the book
relaxing dangerously
Finally, when she was certain III must
be past midnight, she managed, by care
full manipulation, to turn her Wrist 30
that her watch was illuminated by, the
glow at the curtains edge. Ten O'CLOCK
She had been there just one hour ana a
half. YEARLY she Strengthened up. III
would probably be another two hours at
, best
But only fifteen minutes later. the silk
gown again rustled into the room. hope
stirred. Perhaps, after all, they wouiohe
sit up all night.
The pen stopped scraping. Eleanor
asleep2"
Eyes. She just dropped off,"
What's her temperature?"
"Ninety-nine two. The lowest it's been
any night"
Good. He seems to be doing pretty
well by her. in spite Of everything"
("He?" Nell's head moved closer to the
crack Of light.)
yves" admitted Mrs. Brewster. slow
ly. But really. Alden, he's one OF the
most insuferable young men / ever en-
counterfeit e
hi eavesdropper bit her lip. waiting
b~reathlessly for the next speech.
1t came, IN a tone unpleasantly con
vincing. He is. He's a strange young
person."
Have you ever heard such a deadly
monotonous voice? Or seen such q quaint
stilted manner"
Never. my dear; never. And his Eng
lishl In sure that, outside the covers
OF a book, nc one ever used such
thoroughly proper Englishl" :.
II know. It's too laughable. And yet
Mrs. Brewster spoke musingly-"Im pc
ginning to think there's more penlno
these id~iosyncrasies than we first SUI
! - Ts-z ofxo,l AIAnx thaf This nm
canny manner Of his is a mack, aSsumeu
deliberately-and unwiselyl-to cover
some dread faint villainy, or
lunacy, Or
REFRESHING an impulse to scream. Nell
wondered whether 1T were not her
bounden duty at this point to rush out,
throw her own shame to the winds, ana
set them right in their estimate OF her
Tommy. But discretion, and perhaps a
forbade SO melodramatic q gesture, ana
she remained where she was, rigid Win
horror. .ff
Mr.. Brewster was saying i~ndulgently,
Don't be so harsh, Emily. You sound as
though you'd been reading dime novels!
And / can't believe you're right. My
theory is that he's masking nothing more
dread than a lack of knoWledge-which,
after all, is dread enough in his profess
sion, heaven knowsl He's really only q
boy, and can have had any experience
to speak Of"
"Hmmm. Yes Still, he came
here we'll recommended by the hospital
and by several New York doctors, / hear
l can understand 1t. Personally, j
haven't an atom OF faith in him; he be-
HAYES too queerlys'
HE does. But you'll nave to admit
that he's doing well with Eleanor. And
he cured Myra Fish, too"
Physically, yes. But she always in
sists that she'll never be the same men
tally He shattered her poise foreverl'
Mrs. Brewster laughed reminiscently
Alden, what was it he said when you
: asked him how long Eleanor would be
in ,bed?"
The reply fell upon Nen's ears like q
thud of doom. Possibly one, possibly
two. but positively not over three. weeks
unless, of course, something most un-
> f~oreseen and undesired should occurI'
Behind her curtain, Nell gripped the
| book with impotent rage. Her eyes had
filled with tears OF chagrin.
l Yes, thai was It'll" said Mrs. Brewster
Fancy! What could be more-more un-
~natural2 But he was even funnier wher
you offered him q highbal."
: THANK you, no." quoted her hus-
band, sedately. "a man in the active
e pursuit OF his duty should allow himself
no i~ndulgences Of any nature, nowevel
/ slight"
e At Mrs. Brewster's ripple of laughter
: Nells tears spilled over and ran dowr
her cheeks.
8 HE simply isn't human" went on the
t lady, with decision. He cam be. o.
e course, a doctor shouldn't drink wher
e he's working-that part is all right. But
t to refuse in such a peculiar way
G Oh, don't try to tell me that there ISM
obnoxious underneath it all. ! know
Ithoro ic TIM yncyfiuo tfsr a 1oonfru IN.
: ward insanity"
Mr.. Brewster laughed. mo. no, Emily
r he's just inexperienced. He doesn't know
d his Job, and he's trying to conceal It,"
well, I could almost forgive hin
: thati But I'm certain it's something
r worse. For instance. have you noticed
G the way he always tries to appear in sucf
q hurry2-Not that I want him to 81
around and chatl Heaven Forbid Blu
simply that it's too absurd for him Il
o behave as II he were the busiest docto
In America, when, as q matter of fact
he probably has nc practice at ALL"
: I'm q way. my dear. it's rather pa
Nell blessed him inwardly for his kind
8 lier tone.
Mrs. Brewster said, impatiently, e
J. don't think so. / think It's painful
Not dishonest, exactly. but-un-honest
Abnormal, you see constitu
= tioilniiy iaChiuB. IL pIhCIlCally prove
' Perhaps" There was a renewed rat
thing of papers. Apparently Mr.. Brew
ster was losing interest in Tommy an,
his peculiarities. sit down, Emily, ant
read a while. I'm not through here yet.
q ("I was right" thought Nell. desolate
ly; they are sit-up-all-nightersl")
DO hurry up. I'm tired. I'll Jus
glance through that blessed quarto. ant
then go up"
The silk swirled toward the table
There was a short silence, and then Mrt
Brewster said. alden. where did you pu
the Shakespeare quartop"
Il Nell's hot tears gave sickening plac
to cold beads OF fear. The quartz"
could only mean
What did you sayp" He spoke alb
sently, as though deep In work.
THE quarto. The one we Just bought
Loves LabOrs'-"
"Lost?' / put it there, on the table.
mo, 1t isn't here"
1T must be. Emily. / was glancin
through it just before the doctor came.
distinctly remember putting 1t there-o
the left hand corner"
B u 1t isn't here. Alden. Think again.
There's no need to think, my dear,
+ MI. Brewster returned, somewhat testil,
That's where ! put It,"