The Waterbury Democrat., 1933-11-13

 | tired. Her head was aching dread fully. If there we're no advertise ments that looked encouraging after all.
 She 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 for right party"
 Pat had been considered a good stenographer and an accurate and rapid typist. "I can't miss that. she decided.s "Tll get ready early. The early bird lands the. job.' But when Pat, in her damp coat and soaked hat. reached the ad- dress. she found the outside hall half-filled with girls, though sign had been conspicueusly 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. It was long, tiring 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 chill. It had been stupid to go out. And there was no medicine. Perhaps she would feel better after While. Perhaps the rain would stop and she could go to the drug store. Soon she began to feel hot. terribly | were here. What was the name of the hotel where Joan was stop ping? Oh, yes. she remembered- the Breckenridge. When she felt better she would call Mrs Baker and ask her to telephone Joan. Barney and Joan entered the hare little room where Pat had been waginG her game fight. Now l Joan was on her knees. her lips ! against Pats check, her tears on | Pats white face.
 The doctor, Q worried nervous l 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. "We tried to get you at the hotel. They said you had gone"
 Joan felt she was being punish- ed for her carelessness in not leav- ing forwarding address-punish- ed more than she could bear. Barney left the room to find telephone. He called hospital "It's pneumonia. I want the best doctor you can get!' he stated briefly. [. Then another call, relief in his tone. "As 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 a practiced hand on the fiutter ing pulse. window, praying fervently. She had refused to leave Pat even for a short time. And then toward morning a smile frightened 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 well" .. Joan went across the narrow hall | to throw herself across the bed and weep her heart out. thankful- | ly.
 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. l On the fourth day Pats blue eyes, deep now in white face which seemed much too small for them. opened wide. 10. Joan"
 Darling, darling! You're better. You are going to get well and strong now" Joan was holding Pat | close.
 "Sick long?"
 Tt has seemed a long time. dearest"
 'The big. strong man?"
 "Just Barney, Pat"