The Bismarck tribune. [volume] (Bismarck, N.D.) 1916-current, 1929-04-11
z RUTH
DEWEY GROVES

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Tered. Isn't there. something / cat
do, Mildred?"
eyes, will you take this prescrip,
ton down -to the druggist on thu
corner and have it filled7" She
handed him slip Of paper and
Harold hurried out with it. 4
When he returned half an hou,
later his arms were laden with pack.
lagos. While he waited for the pre-.
scription to be made up he'd bought
Everything he could find in the
lneighborhood that he thought would
be conducive to the comfort of sick
Iperson.
| Connie helped him unload them
while Mildred took the medicine ia
her mother Already she was be-
ginning to worry over the problem
that faced her. The doctor had said
that her mother would have an un-
easy night; someone should sit up
with her, or at least sleep near at
hand. That someone could not be
Connie. And who was to stay ct
home during the time that it was
necessary for their mother to be
kept in bed?
Mildred knew that it would worry
her mother to have Connie out Of
school. II suppose I'll have to take
q few days off," she decided, won
dering how deleted pay envelope
could be made to meet the present
emergency.
Her worry did not show in the
tenderly sympathetic face she
showed to her mother, however, and
presently the FESTIVE fingers on the
bed grew quieter, the sspasms of
pain passed less frequently across
the pinched features and Mildred
knew that the mercifully induced
sleep had come.
She tiptoed softly out of the room
and found Connie trying to dispose
Of the flowers Harold had brought
up.
won't mother love them!" she ex-
claimed gratefully. "And I'll enjoy
them, too. I'll be home with her for
a while. You'll tell them at the
hotel, Harold?"
"Of course. ! hope it isn't going
to be serious. I mean ;"
Mildred glanced at Connie. "The
doctor said he doesn't think the arm
will be crippled" she replied, but
there was a note Of gravity in her
voice. s.
Connie missed II. rs mother
asleep" she asked in happy relief.
Mildred nodded. II wonder what we
can give you to eat" she said to
Harold.
"You needn't worry" Connie ex-
planned. "He's brought UP every
thing but canary tongues"
= =
Mildred sighed. A guest bringing
food. Well, there was nothing she
could do about it. She didn't feel
like making fuss over trivial
matter, but it always seemed that
she must forever be the recipient,
and recipients, she was certain, knew
better than others how much more
blessed it was to give than to re-
ceive. No one, she thought irritably,
would take food to Pamela. Orchids
and French chocolates, perhaps, but
not pate de foies gras and almond
stuffed olives.
True enough, Harold had brought
q large pot Of pate and a jar of truf-
files, but there was more substan-
tial viands as well, which Connie
and Harold appeared to enjoy. Mil
dred ate sparingly. Somehow the
food had no SAVIOR for her.
She left the table several times
to slip in and see that all was we'll
with her mother. Connie, assured
now that the accident was not a
tragedy, was her own self once more
and led Harold a gay verbal dance.
Mildred would have preferred to
have. him enjoy himself less, for he
stayed much later than she liked.
And Connie stubbornly resisted her
sisters efforts to send her to bed.
Harold might have minded her hang
ing on in the living room, but he
could see that Mildred was not in a
mood to listen to him. And Connie
was lively. She was all right when
you had something to forget.
But when II o'clock came Mildred
firmly put him out. And it was not
until she curled up in the big arm
chair that she and Connie had
hauled into their mothers room that
she remembered she hadn't found
out why Huck Connor could bring
that look Of mingled fear and hatred
to Harold's -countenance.
Well, she'd have to let that 60 for
the present. She had other things to
/ think about. The doctor had warned