The Washington times., 1931-06-13


all, he was entitled to his
daughter.
Since the death of Avery, it
had always seemed to Jenny,
Enthusiastically, that the furrow
between Rarick'S eyes was the
shape of a cross. He was en-
titled to Jennifer. Naughty Jen-
infer, so alien to this man, her
father. A kind father, in so
far as his understanding went.
1t was time to see that he got
some kindness in return. He
was being kind now. Trying to
please. Trying to help her cast
out fear. And yet, there was
nothing she could do for that
little man there, or that he
could do for her.
At the Hospital
It was terrible, it was vacant,
it was loathsome to sit there
beside this man-this husband
who was being kind to her
parched, as with a thirst, for
the kind Of kisses that Ramon,
pimp, on the high seas with
Emanie Bursilap, had to be-
stow. God, I need to be for
given. -.
The hospital-one accustomed
to the vagaries Of the celebrated
and important-grinned the
imperSonal patter of the most
highly personal environment in
the world passing around from
nurse to inferno to doctor
"The Five-and-Ten Mrs. Ra-
rick! New-rich, but, oh, how
rich!"
do your best, girls" admon-
ished the head nurse; "she may
come through and endow our
joint-diseaSe wing"
"She can have her Millions"
said a girl in the training de-
partment, "but. oh, how I could
do with q ninety-five-dollar
c1vet coat in Macy's window. If
only she would take ninety.five
dollars worth Of fancy to me-"
It struck Rarick, as he en-
tered, that not a friend had felt
close enough to intrude upon
this arrival. There were al
ready kilograms and notes that
Jenny opened and pinned
against the screen. They were
the personal touches toward
which she seemed to be stretch
ing her long, cold, clear-looking
fingers as toward a live CRATE.
He wondered, without bitter.
ness, how she had managed
with the Spanish dancing-boy
about whom she was always be-
ing so elaborately casual. Poor
Jenny! There were the records
Of the social struggle of the
years pinned along that Au-
busson screen.
Spirit Of CaSuaIness
Jenny caught gratefully at
that spirit of casualness. It
hypnotized fear.
But a laSt-minute dread had
reappeared. If only she did not
prattle as she came out Of the
ether. At best, there had al
ways been something terrifying
to Jenny at the idea Of losing
consciousness. There were i'm.
perative reasons why Jenny
must not prattle.
A terror of delirium began to
settle on Jenny.
"Jennifer, see to it that they
don't come near me with one of
those hideous Mother Hubbard
hospital nightgowns. If the pain
In my side doesn't kill me, the
touch Of canton flannel will"
"1'll dixie you out in silk, mi
darling, and a fol-de-rol Of lace"
Don't let them be efficient
and hygienic and sheety about
my bed, either, Jennifer. No
matter what kind of damaged
goods they bring back to it,
I want to be tucked back into
this - make them stack it UP
for me while I am attending my
own op. darling. It will occupy
your mind"
IT you aren't careful, I'll
make the bed myself"
Then I hope to heaven you
have to lie on it,"
isn't she beautiful, Father,
lying propped up there in her
well-known magnificence?"
You look very well, Jenny"
She S1ittad how oI;I,a ooIornS