New Britain herald., 1927-08-08


 get her arms into this coat" Between them they got Mrs. Je rome dressed and into a chair, an1 then Sally flew out to the bedroom where Millie was.
 She lay on the bed with her eye. closed and her little dropping montf half open. There was no Chinese black" on her eyebrows and lashes and her unrouged face had a gray drawn look. She was no beauty now
 Sally took up one of the hot little hands in her own hands, and laid her cheek down against Milhe's col. orless cheek.
 Dear, I just won't let anything happen to you!" she whispered tears pricking their way along her eyelids and lump rising in her throat.
 To her astcnishment Aillie an swered her. She had thought the was unconscious, but the blue eyes opened and she droned out ques- tion in a slow, drowsy voice.:
 Docs an appendicitis operation cost lot?"
 Now. don't you worry about that" answered Sally. fiercely. wen take care of that" Then the lump in her throat choked her again and made her stop talking.
 Outside in the street there came the clang of an ambulance bell.
 If you need any money, ask John Nye for it." Millie's voice ran on monotonously. Hell lend you any thing-for me-"
 Mrs. Sloan came bustling into the room. "The ambulance is here," she said. all importance. Here. Sally, wrap that blanket around her when the men pick her up."
 But Millle shook her head. My pink bathrobe." she gasped, wincing at the white uniformed doctor slipped his arm under her. Her van- ity never deserted her, even in her hour of danger and agony.
 The last glimpse Sally had of her showed her pulling her soft yellow hair into little tendrils over her forehead, which was too high.
 The table in the waiting room at the hospital was covered with maga- zines.
 But neither Mrs. Jerome nor Sally picked them up to look at them.
 They sat there, staring at the pale-green painted walls, at the canary in it's cage by the window, at the photograph of the nurses clas5 of 1917, at each others solemn, un- happy faces.
 Did you telephone Beau and Mabel ?" Sally whispered. The dead ly quiet of the room and the hall outside of the room subdued her.
 Mrs. Jerome made disgusted face. Why should I call them ?" she wanted to know. "They don't care anything about anyone but themselves-and racing around in that ramshackle car that's painted up like the Fire Department. I wish I had that hundred collars back from them that I promised 10 poor Millie."
 She had given them the hundred dollars of her own free will. but now that Millie was sick she couldn't forgive them for taking 1t.
 I'll try to get Beau at the bank" said Sally, starting up from her chair. "He ought to be here" But Mrs. Jerome pushed her down again with silk-gloved hand.
 T did try to get him when I phoned your Aunt Emily, but he wasn't there" she confessed. T sup pose he's helping that little china doll of his move into the flat they've taken. He's forgotten that he ever had a family" And with that :he burst into tears once more. Beau was the apple of his mothers eye and she never was going to forgive him for marrying Mabel Wilmot. And Sally knew that it would have been the same, no matter what girl Beau had married.
 'Why, Mother. he was at the house last night to show us his car:" she reminded her mother, gently. "Don't you remember? He and Mabel had steak sandwiches out in the kitchen"
 But Mrs. Jerome refused to be comforted.
 "Somebody'd better telegraph your papa" she said suddenly, with . sniff. After all, Millie's his child and he ought to be made to pay for this operation-andi if Millie's going to die he'd better be here anyway. I'll wire him myself when I get home"
 A nurse came into the room. Miss Jerome's out of the operating room and she's still unconscious" |" she said, looking grave and pleas ant at the same time, as nurses u,ooapa to lock "Dr roblasido jc