The Waterbury Democrat., 1931-08-31

again. She was so very tired. In the corridor of St Elizabeth's s hospital a haggard young man paced up and down. When the | doctor appeared, a brisk, plump doctor in his early forties, and smiling with spurious brightness. the young man approached him and spoke in a low, anxious tone.
 The doctor waved him aside with cool, imperious manner which comes naturally to the followers of Aesculapius. Now, now, MT Cleespaugh, I'll talk to you later" he said. He vanished. The door of the notwithstanding room closed after him.
 The young man continued to pace up and down. He had the air of one distraught. Occasionally he struck his palms together. At times he argued softly to himself when he reached the deserted turn of the corridor.
 How was 1 to know she was starving to death ?" he demanded of no one at all. And "why didn't | I come sooner? The detectives had known where she was for almost a week. l was afraid of frighten- ing her away again." He paced up and down, up and down, a caged, tormented man. After aeons the lock clicked and the physician emerged. His air was still brisk, his smile more pleased. He deigned now to speak to the young man at length. Well, well, sir, she's getting along splendidly. I'm happy to say. Sixteen ounces of nourishment this morning, 32 during the night. Miss Bunce has her orders. Pulse Is stronger, I'm glad to tell you. I am very hope full"
 Give spoke with difficulty, You're sure she's out of danger now?'
 Well, you mustn't ask such leading questions, young man. She's so very frail there doesn't seem to be much fight there. D'you see what 1 mean?"
 Give saw. Instantly he was in the depths again.
 The doctor thumped him be- highly on the shoulder. Mustn't give up like that. 1 said she was getting along and I mean 1t. Only we mustn't be too cocksure. Wait and see."
 on this cold comfort he hustled away. Give hated him. At noon they let him come in for five minutes. Liane lay as one quietly asleep, her lashes resting lightly on cheeks which seemed to him terrifyingly wan. She did not know he was there or, if she did, she gave no sign. Cass came after his telephone message and talked In low tones to the nurse. Her eyes looked strained when she emerged from her conference, but she patted Give on the arm and tried to cheer him.
 He kept saying over and over again, "I never should have let this go on for so long. 1 was afraid to break in on her too soon. thought she was all right. How was 1 to know?"
 Cass told him not to reproach himself but he scarcely heard her. so absorbed was he in his own bitter reflections.
 "1'he doctor says it's a case of real starvation" he went on prod ding the wound. "Stravation! Did you ever hear anything so hor- rible?"
 Cass shivered. Don't think of 1t. It does no good.' Give paced the floor. He tor tured himself. Cass whirled to see the nurse at the door, finger on lip.
 "She's conscious. She's asking for her mother"
 Quick as lightning Cass was in the room, at the bedside. The girl on the pillow stirred as one waking from a long sleep. She spoke. How did you get here, mother?" she asked in a faint, perfectly na- tural voice. "Aren't you playing to-day?"
 Cass strove for control. She was