The Indianapolis times. [volume] (Indianapolis [Ind.]) 1922-1965, 1933-10-26

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would buy a bottle Of cough medi-
cine. There had been a dull ache
in her chest for two days now.
She almost gave up the idea Of
going out while she was eating her
breakfast. She felt chilled and
tired. Her head was aching dread
fully. If there were no advertise
ments that looked encouraging,
maybe she would stay at home,
after all.
CHE ran downstairs to the apart
~ ment occupied by Mrs. Baker,
her landlady, who saved the morn
ing newspaper for her. Mrs. Baker
had seemed grateful because Pat
had paid an entire months rent in
advance.
Back in her room, Pat turned to
the Help Wanted-Female' col
umn. The first advertisement
caught her eye: Wanted, young
/ girl of neat appearance and pleas
ing personality. Swift typist and
accurate in shorthand. Good job
for right party
Pat had been considered a good
stenographer and an accurate and
rapid typist. IT can't miss that, "
she decided. I'll get ready early.
The early bird lands the job"
But when Pat, in her damp coat
H.
dress, she found the outside hall
half filled with girls, though a sign
had been conspicuously posted on
closed door, place has been
filled"
A girl with dark, cynical eyes
looked hard at Pat and said in an
audible voice to another girl. The
depression must be hard on lot
of Office wives! Even the prettieSt
don't get jobs these days"
Pat left, feeling very sick and
blue. She caught the surface car
home. 1t was a long, firing ride
and she was shaking when she got
off the car.
In her eagerness to reach her
room she passed the drug store
again without stopping. The shak-
ing had increased and Pat got in
bed, piling all the covers she could
find over herself, and adding her
winter coat.
She was having a chill. 1t had
been stupid to go out. And there
was no medicine. Perhaps she would
feel etter after a while. Perhaps
the rain would stop and she could
go to the drug store. Soon she be-
gan to feel hot, terribly hot and
dizzy.
Oh, if only Joan were here! What
was the name of the hotel where
Joan was stopping? Oh, yes, she re-
membered-the Breckenridge. When
she felt better, she would call Mrs.
Baker and ask her to telephone
Joan.
DARNEY and Joan entered the
- bare little room where Pat had
been waging her game fight. Now
Joan was on her knees, her lips
against Pats cheek, her tears on
Pats white face.
The doctor, a worried, nervous
little man, came forward "She
doesn't know any one" he said.
"She's been delirious for hours -
you're the sister?" Mrs. Baker
asked. When Joan nodded, the
woman continued. eve tried to get
you at the hotel. They said you
had gone"
Joan felt she was being punished
for her careleSsneSS in not leaving
forwarding address - punished
more than she could bear.
Barney left the room to find a
telephone. He called a hospital.
Its pneumonia. I want the best
doctor you can get!" he stated
briefly.
Then another call, relief in his
tone. LAS fast as you can get here,
doctor And bring your best nurse"
By night, Pats room had taken
on a different aspect. A uniformed
nurse was moving capably about.
One Of New York'S most famous
physicians sat close by the bed,
watching the still, white face, plac-
ing practiced hand on the futter-
ing pulse.
Joan was sitting beside the win
dow, praying fervently. She had
refused to leave Pat even for a
short time. And then toward morn
ing a smile lightened the grave face
Of the physician. The tension was
lifted. You must get some sleep
now" the nurse told Joan. your
sister is better. She's going to get
we'll"
Joan went across the narrow hall
to throw herself across the bed and
weep her heart out, thankfully.
But vigilance was not relaxed.
Joan stayed on at the dingy ROOM
ing house, and Barney spent much
Of his time there. ready to rush off
in his car if there were errandS.
Ito Be COntinued)