The Waterbury Democrat., 1934-08-07
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| he's going to--to die-that he has mt a chance?"
 He looked at her with a little more humanity. He cannot live more than three - or four days, unless by some miracle I'm mis- taken and it's not Number Three.
 But it's not true ' you must make him live!" she cried. "I won't have it, I tell you, it cant be that he should dic-like that"
 You won't help him by making scene" he replied roughly Be quiet. We've got to work"
 As she stared. still cumulative, the understanding of what she had done rushed over her. Ske flung up her arms in frantic gesture and In one short sentence unwittingly expressed her com plete character
 "Oh, my God!" she cried. What nuisance have l wished on myself!'
 It was, Jane soon discovered, far worse than she could ever have imagined. The picture of herself as q ministering angel faded in the smell of disinfectants. the dis nal paraphernalia of. hospital room superimposod on q decoratis Q living place, nurses who used her as an errand girl and constantly demanded the impossible. visits from Towards blunt colonel, who told her hastily that If shes used her head and taken him to tt proper palce he might have lived, while Howard himself lay under the oxygen tent and piteously | fought for breath. There was, she felt, no possible inconvenience, slight insult or abominable treat ment which she and her belong ings did not receive from these dis gusting interlopcrs. as she now considered them, yet her presence was necessary unless she wanted to see the place still farther wrecked ard ravaged. As a final blow the colonel informed her that he had telegraphcd for Captain Jackson E family and would himself bring them there, as soon as they ar rived, ~but he could not tell her exactly when that would be.
 It was then that the last vestigcs of Jane's morale forsook her She was tired to the bone Sbe was guilty. She was afraid. ter- ribly afraid. She did not know exactly what this fear was. but it was destroying her. She would she determined, go to hotel, leav ing no address, and let her apart emnt and her two servants suffer whatever further indicnities the doctors and nurses and loathsome army officers wanted to put on them. Even so. she felt that she must pack bag. lock up her desk and a few of her most treasured possessions before she took flight
 Dishevelled and distracted and shaking with nerves. she was try ing to do this when the door of her living room opened on that July nearly four years ago, and Amy stood before her. as white, as trembling as herself.
 "Where is he?" asked Amy. Oh Jane-he isn't"
 Jane didn't move. her tone was a warning. "No, he isn't dead How did you get here so soon you're not by 'yourself?"
 Father and the colonel-there was some trouble with the tax -mar II came up ahead. Jane, where is he? I must see him.
 All of the rancor she had ever felt for Amy, all of the poisor sprung from the last three dread ful days. were motive as Jane's an swer Here, in her presence. was the first cause of 1t all. Amy was to blame for everything. She had thwarted and injured and outraged Jane knowingly, wistfully. bui now, now Jane comprehended in- stantly, was the one great chance before anyone else appeared. to strike at Amy and satisfy her hat" to the very utmost. She dropped the bag in her hand and spoke fast Copyright 1884. by Sophie Kerr)
 (To Be Continued)