New Britain herald., 1930-07-28

time, lost in her dream of unreal delight.
 She felt like a traitor. The feel ing was so violent that her skin tingled with it.
 Doctor OShane was on their landing, and Clara Jenks came up- stairs again. The doctors fiery face was grave.
 Its pneumonia,' he said. T hope we'll pull her through. I've nurse on the way. No, Miss Judy. you'd never be able to do it. She must have skilled attention. She'll get a bit of sleep-I've seen to that; and I'll be in early in the morning
 Judy pulled his sleeve, and as she did so Alan Steyne's violets fell from her hands, a poor, withered bunch. She did not notice them, although a few minutes ago the young mans arms had crushed them against her breast in that em- brace which now was to her such monstrous sin.
 Don't say she'll die!" she plead ed hoarsely, T couldn't bear it."
 The doctor looked at her with the Irishmans quick response to emotion.
 "WeW do all we can, Miss Judy" he said. You must be hoping all the time"
 He had 10 hurry away Judy went into Chummy's room, and looked distractedly at the restless figure with the changed face and the burning eyes of high fever, She felt utterly hopeless, and went out again to the landing 10 wait for the nurse.
 T never had such fright in my life" Clara Jenks informed her. What do you think? I'd given her her supper and gone to my room
 for q minute or two, and when
 came back she vas gone,'
 Gone" exclaimed Judy.
 "Yes" said Clara, She must
 have been hght-headed all the time.
 Luckily I thought of the cafe, and
 followed her: and there she was,
 drinking vermouth and smoking.
 Bastien Dumont brought her back
 10 me, and in an hour I saw there
 was something wrong; so l sent Bastien for O'Shane, Bastien was awfully good"'
 Judy gave a groan. Chummy out
 all alone, on cold night like that l The nurse arrived and went into ? the patients room Clara returned . to her own quarters Judy was just ] going to hers, to get into q dressing
 gown. when she heard q mans voice calling softly up the stair , case:
 II "Judy-Mtss Grant-may I come I up?"
 ' She stood irresolute for a mo- . ment. and then ran down. She met Y Alan Steyne on the third landing
 Haven't you gone?" she asked.
 "No. How could I-without know ! ingo How is sheo" Judy was Fzt on the point q
 hystaria
 She may die tonight"' she vhis- . parad in passionate elf-accusato2 | T dare say she will and it'll be mE r fault'I hate you-I never want tc
 see you again, Chummy's dying . and we've been having good = +ime,'
 s Checking with sohs. she ran UT ;. the dark stairs again. leaving Alan r 70 make his way out Of the house h CHAPTER VI
 Chummy came very near 10 death l She vas so Ill that one night Doc e tor O'Shane spent five hours in he
 room. She was dehrious that night $ and her pitched chatter seem
 70 fill the building. There was n' Il deep. bell-like sound in that thin ? restless voice.
 | Judy spent most Of the time o1 :. the landing, and often Clara Jenk' n joined her. Clara could not hell looking on the sunny side of things 0 and she made Judy laugh in th' 2 midst of her misery-which was { J. very good thing
 e Judy did not go much into he T friends room. Al first Docto a O'snane would not let her do so
 and afterward she felt reluctanc, a- that had it's roots ln the memory O IS Alan steyne's embrace at the foo n of the stairs She did not know hov is she was ever going 10 face Chumm k again. She had thought hersel
 sick about that night, picturinl Q. Chummy, light-headed and hurnin le with fever. instinctiyoly making he Of way to the Cafe Turc. seeking th a. place where was enshrined all sh " had ever known Of happiness an le love.
 le Before the end Of the week th al crises was over. and care. nourish