Evening star., 1932-11-20

Jud Sloan had only one reason for hat
ing hm-Jud Sloans father had hated
old man Arlington. So it was part of
Jud Sloan this hate.
And Jud Sloan's father had hated old
man Arlington because he had always lived
In the big mansion the hill, and the big
mansion had never been hospitable to the
Sloans and their like.
Old man Arlington had always been driven
behind sleek horses, with ccachman; and lat
terly, in sleeker automobiles, with chauffeur
And old man Arlington was, had always been,
well fed, carefully clothed, soft handed-not
like Jud Sloans father who had been brawny
man. big and coarse and brown and desperately
poor-and not like Jud Sloan himself who was
exactly like his father had been. So the Sloan
hate had been born of envy
Then, too, so Jud thought, old man Arlington
had killed Jud's father. True, the elder Sloan
had been struck by a falling log down at the
mill but it was Arlngtons mill Long brood
ing over the suddenness of it had made, In
Jud's mind cid man Arlington responsible.
So Jud Sloan hated old man Arlington, and
his lip had curled this Saturday afternoon
when he saw old man Arlington being driven
past, going down to the mill. 1t was half
holiday There were none down there except
a watchman.
"Sneakin'," Jud Sloan had said to himself.
And his reply was surly and his eyes full of
his hate, when. after a few minutes, old man
Arlington's car came back and stopped at the
neau.
Young man. come here!"
Jud Sloan seated indolently on the porch,
took his time Calls me like dog!" he NUT
tered. And his steps were slow to the gate He
eyed old man Arlington sullenly. What is it9"
he said.
There's log" began old Arlington
without preliminary hanging in the unloading
crane. I want you to come down and lower it.
It's dangerous-may hurt somebody-just stand
on the running board"
Jud Sloan's hatred fared within him. He,
himself had charge of that unloading crane.
He had left that log suspended when the quit
ting whistle had blown He was waiting
for old man Arlngtons chauffeur to turn the
car around
THE dirty sneak!" he repeated to himself,
savagely THAT log wouldn't fall in a thousand
years.
THEY were moving down to the mill Jud
Sloan was standing the running board.
This is where his dog rides!" he thought
bitterly.
Keller, that is to say Madge Keller, r. NJ,
who had charge of the accident ward was
tired She had had two bad cases that Saturday
afternoon There had been farmer who had
tried to rescue his horses from burning barn
his condition was terrible. Keller had worked
hard, trelessly; and he quiet now. The
other-a young lineman had fallen from high
pole-had been in shock. But he, too, was
comfortable now, sleeping.
With no calls to answer for the moment,
Keller sank onto a chair in the utility room.
Brownie who was Specializing" man in 262,
came in.
Wishing you were a stenographer. aren't
YOU Keller?" said Brownie out of long expe-
rienoc.
"Or something" answered Keller YEARLY
"Well, don't forget they always come in
threes" consoled Brownie brightly. She
skillfully loading hypo.
Angel But Keller's sarcasm was too list
less to have any sting-and besides the phone
was ringing.
Accident, Keller, two cases, unconscious,
beds warmed got both ready for operating"
droned the telephone operator downstairs.
Brownie smiled sympathetically Told you
they come in threes-"
But Keller's listlessness was gone now She
was already testing heating pads. Her step
was springy her eyes alert. Miss Keller was
nurse
Jud Sloan had not been returned to the
emergency ward after long afternoon in the
operating room. He required special care,
Keller had been transferred from general duty
to lcok after him. He was in room 240. 1t was
2 O'clock
GOOD morning, Mr.. sloanl"
Jud Sloan turned his head slowly. He had
been staring at the ceiling for long time
since his awakening. He had been trying to
piece things out He had gone down to the
mill.
How long have been here?"
Keller had been busying herself with fresh
hnen. Now she was bringing bath things.
About two weeks" she answered cheerily.
She was gently washing Jud Sloans face.
He had been silent. She turned his head
carefully Now his eyes were on the window.
There were flowers there fresh flowers. But
Jud Sloan did not see them. He had been rid
ing on the running board. They-old man
Arlington and himself-had gone down to the
mill to the unloading crane There had been a
log in it,
sWbat,c the matter with yOe9"