The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1929-06-28
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could not shut out the memory Of
his words:
Any hospital you say. Doctor. OF
course. III pay. The best room
available. naturally a special
"NH, that won't be necessary
VA special nurse. I mean"
Nan heard again the doctors callous
anwser. "A few days rest. plenty
should say, a philosophic acceptance
Of facts Now, now. no hysteria,
Mrs. Morgan, please, or I shall have
to give you a hypodernlic. I'll run
her over to the hospital myself,
Morgan. I see by the papers that
you'll be busy in court today on the
Blackhull case. Highly interest
trial, that. Do you think you'll get
the boy of. Morgan--you and your
brilliant young Junior partner, I
mean?"
The jerky "taIkie" film was brok-
en- by a knock on the door. Nan
raised her head. blinked her eyes
to clear her mental vision.
Come in"
Kathleen O'Hara's brightly snil-
ing, pretty face peeped in. Then
she pushed the door open with her
foot and entered Mans private Of
flee, a tall glass of hot chocolate
in one hand, a paper-napkin-cOv-
cred plate in the other.
Il Just couldn't bear to think OF
you working away in here without
any lunch Miss O'Hara explained
coaxingly. please, for my sake, eat
every bit of it. Mrs Morgan. I had
them put lots Of thick whipped
cream in the chocolate, and-look!
A chicken sandwich-toaSted!
Doesn't it look good? Please don't
worry about the Blackhull case,
dear Mrs. Morgan. I just know
Mr.. Morgan will win it, after all
the marvellous work both of you
have done on it,
Nan flushed guiltily. She had
scarcely given the murder trial a
thought that day. THANK you, Miss
O'Hara. You're a darling"
"Oh, no I'm mott" the little sec
rotary laughed and blushed, ire
mendously pleased. I'm just taking
leaf out of your book!' Mr.. Evans
and Mr.. Blake have told me how
you used to bring lunches in for
Mr.. Morgan and simply bully him
into eating when he was so busy
he forgot all about food My great
est ambition is to be as good
private secretary as you were, Mrs.
Morgan. Now will you promise
to eat every bit of it?'
The tender white meat of the
chicken sandwich might have been
leather for all Nan knew, but she
munched obediently. Kathleen
OHara's thoughfulness had done
Nan one good service at least. It
had released the tears which had
pressed, unshed against her hot
eyeballs all day.
It did not occur to her that she
looked like a pathetic but absurd
child as she sat there at her desk,
doggedly munching a sandwich
while tears trickled steadily down
her cheeks. For she was not think
ing of herself at all. except as her
self was bound up ineXtricably with
John Curtis Morgan. She was sure
he had not eaten at all that day
and the thought made her tears
flow faster.
He had telephOned from the court
house at the beginning of the noon
recess to tell her that he could not
join her for lunch. BY the strained
note of apology and hurry IN his
voice Nan had been told. as plainly
as if he had spoken the words, that
he was going to spend the noon re-
cess hour at the hospital with his
former wife.
Nan had felt no resentment to-
ward him; only a dull despair. OF
course. he had to see Iris, both for
the sake of his peace of mind and to
arrange some sort of financial set
Element with her. Iris tragic wall
III, broken, cast-off. penniless-"
must have tormented him all day
like q dagger in his heart. Even if
he no longer loved or desired her,
Iris had made herself his response
bility again