New Britain herald., 1929-07-17
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THIS HAS HAPPENED


 and decides to resign. Her resigna- ton however is delayed when she learns Morgan is to defend a sup posed friend, Bert Crawford.
 : Morgan wins Crawford's acquit- tai. Crawford leaves town at once followed closely by Iris, Morgan's beautiful wife. She writes to Nor gan she will never return.
 Nan saves Morgan from despair by forcing him into his work. For six months she acts as long distance housekeeper for him. win ming the love of little Curtis, his son, and bringing comfort to a man who ironically thinks only of an other. Morgan tells her he is diyorc ing Iris and asks her to marry him. They are prevented from going on their honeymoon by the uneXpecteu arrival of a pleading client. Nan urges Morgan to stay with the case. Their farcical marriage continues for three months. Hysterically, Nan prepares to leave when Morgan finds her and confesses he adores her but has believed she married him out of pity. The next morning at breakfast time, Iris returns, ap- parently deserted by Crawford. Morgan tells her she is longer his wife. She fei5ns fainting and hyS- teria to bring Morgan to his knees. Nan, seeing her happiness in dan ger, decides to fight. She telephones sie doctor 10 lake Iris to hospital. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY
 CHAPTER NNXVII
 At 3 o'clock that day Nan Carroll Morgan, junior partner in the law firm of Morgan X Morgan, was sit ting at her desk in the richly fur aished prison which was labeled Mrs. Morgan-Private.
 Her brown eyes brooded unsee- tncly upon d neat stack of letters which she had somehow managed to dictate that morning and which Kathleen O'Hara had delivered to her hours before. They were still unsigned. unread, though Mans imp hand held the new desk foun- tain pen in readiness to affix her signature. She did not realize she had been holding it thus for more than an hour.
 Slow, terrible thoughts millcd about in her feyerfsh brain. Dis jointed pictures fitted across her mind, like badly assembled film run off on a poor projector. Scraps of one of those new 'talkie" pie turcs, Nan thought, with bitter amrsement Iris Morgan, looking incredibly lovely and frail Tying on the big couch and stretching out fceb1y trembling hand 10 Dr. Black; Iris lovely voice, like the sobbing of violin:
 Dear Dr. Black, I never thought we. should meet again-fke 2 this" |
 Dr. Blacks gruff voice: What seems to be the trouble, Mrs, Mor- gan? Any severe pain?'
 Iris blue green eyes widening at him reproachfully. Only in my heart, Doctor. !. No. no, don't get out your steth oscope. Tell him, Jack. l haven't the strength, oi the heaff. ."eg
 Jolan-Curtis Morgan squaring his shoulders to face the doctor. His voice harsh and uneven: Mrs Morgan tells me she has not beer we'll for some time. She came home, not knowing that had se- cured divorce and married again The shock caused her to faint. My wi-Nan called you.' -H
 The film jerked; showed to Nan's breeding eyes closeup of the doctors professionally noncommit, tal face. one hand stroking his aewly shaved chin. his small, cold gray eyes narrowed speculatfvels upon the recumbent woman Hmm! Nothing serious, I take it A few days rest in bed will pu you on your feet again. St Luke's Hospital all right, Morgan 9
 "Oh!" a desolate vail from Iris T can't go to a hospital, Dr. Black 1 have no money no money at all III, broken, cast-off.. penniless .
 Another jerk of the film; a close up of John Curtis Morgan's fac, this time. But Nan could not lool upon it; closed the eyes of he, mind against it desperately Bu she could not shut out the memor, of his words:
 Any hospital you say, Doctor Of course I'll pay, The best room available, naturally specia nurse-'
 "Oh, that won't be necessity special nurse, I mean Nan hearr again the doctors callous answer "A few days rest, plenty of sleel and good food and, I should say, phllosophiC acceptance of facts . Now, now, no hysteria, Mrs Morgan. please. or I shall have f, give you a hyp odermic. I'll run he ever to the hospital myself Morgan l see by the papers that you'll b. busy in court today on the Black  hull case. . Highly interestin; trial, that. Do you think you'n ge the boy off, Morgan-you and you brilliant young junior partner,
 mean ?",
 The jerky ''talkie" film wa broken by a knock on the door Nan raised her head, blinked he eyes to clear her mental vision Come in"
 Kathleen O'Hara's brightly smil ing, pretty face peeped in. TheI she pushed the door open with he foot and entered Nan's private of flee, a tall glass of hot chocolaf in one hand, a paper-napkin-c -cov cred plate in the other.
 T just couldn't bear to think c you working away in here withou any lunch," Miss O'Hara eXplaine coaxingly. Please, for my sakt eat every Lit of it. Mrs Noroa