New Britain herald., 1927-01-17
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE

got up your sleeve now?"
 I'm not telling. I said tomorrow night"
 Suppose some other paper gets hold of it?" No danger of that, she assured him.
 Space" he urged. lis pretty good tonight. Tomorrow we may be tighter than the devil and not be able to give it a play" NO, Jack-not until tomorrow night. Jim Elwell goes home tomor- row."
 "Oh, I see"--his voice had fallen trifle-"as soon as they're out of town you'll be free to let me spring it. Is that it?"
 I'm saying nothing more except that it is a better story than 1t ever was"
 "well, I'll certainly take your word for it."
 That, she told him, was one of the things she liked about him-his willingness to trust her judgment. :.
 The next evening Jim Elwell and his parents and Mike Hennegan caught the train for home. Nellie Downing was at the station to say goodby and Mollie cried as she kiss ed the little nurse and wished her well.
 "You've been SO wonderful. You've been positively noble. I can never thank you" She dabbed at her eyes with her handkerchief.
 Nellie's eyes. too. were wet. But I was so glad to do it. You mustn't thank anyone for perform ing q task that had so much pleasure in it."
 She stuck out her hand to Prof. "Goodby, Prof."
 He took the hand, then kissed her. "Goodby. We'll see you again some time, I hope"
 When she took leave of Jim, Nel- lie Downing kissed him too. And Mollie Elwell, instead of feeling ap- prehensive, smiled happily. There was no reason for being worried now. Nellie Downing had talked to her.
 The little nurse did not forget Mike Hennegan- either. That worthy had not dared to go beyond a mili- tary salute.
 "Goodby, Captain," he said, his grin once more threatening to dis place his ears.
 "Come here, Mike" she ordered.
 Right" He stepped to her, clicked his heels and waited.
 She rewarded him with kiss. That's for being so good to me and to Jim Elwell Now, please stop playing craps and behave yourself
 Correct, Captain" Mechanically he rubbed the back of his hand across his mouth.
 Are you rubbing my kiss off, Mike?"
 Huh? No ma'am."
 She laughed. "All right. Goodby. everybody. I'll see you in Camden vile some day-real soon."
 The Elwells moved through the gateway. Presently they were on the train and the landscape began to slip past the train windows. They were going home.
 Old Martha Dalton was exceeding ly proud of her young charges on that morning when they took the train from Indianapolis to Camden vile.
 She had taken the precaution to write to one of her dearest friends a week or so before, telling her Of John Clayton's generosity. Ihis was to forestall any worry that might have been entertained about her failure to return to Camden vile weeks sooner.
 She was independent now, Martha wrote. and would not have 10 work any more-just look after the girls and see that they kept out of mis- chief.
 She had also cautioned her friend  not to mention all this to a soul III he little town. By this means she knew that everyone in Camdenville would be acquainted immeditely with the news that Martha Dalton's working days were over.
 Pretty soft" remarked the post master to Ben Carter, proprietor Of the Palace Hotel-American Plan they tell me she has her breakfast brought to her in bed. Imagine be- ing able to look your job in the eye and telling 1t to go to hell!'
 Well, that was how it was, Ben reioined sadly. Some folks have all the luck while other don't have none a tall. Me. now. I been get tin stung all my life tryin' to do