Evening star., 1934-08-18

the cloud, and yet 1t now seemed the
tornado had passed little to the
north of the hospital, which had been
on the fringe of the storm. Only one
more room on her side of the corridor.
She hoped DR.. Gillespie had managed
his side as quickly.
Mazda ran painting into No. 38, the
room of the would-be Don Juan. The
patient had evidently been unable to
stand the suspense. Left alone in the
storm, hearing the howl of the wind,
the crash of falling timbers and run
ming footsteps in the corridors, he had
evidently imagined that the hospital
was being evacuated. He had jumped
out of bed, in spite of his unhealed
wound, and stood craning his head
out of the window, the binder around
his abdomen looking like the decora-
ton on a kewpie, his short hospital
nightgown streaming in the wind.
He turned eagerly to Mazda, his face
putty color with terror.
I'm ready" he stammered. Where
are we going?"
Now that she was sure the danger
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tendency to hysteria herself. She
had been keyed up to the highest
pitch and somehow the sight of the
amorous 38, in his ridiculous costume,
inviting her to go with him, even to
cyclone cellar, was too much to bear
with sober face.
why, Mr.. Ridd," she said with
mock severity, I'm surprised at you.
You're not dressed to go out with q
young lady"
No. 38, hitherto so transported with
terror that he had been entirely un-
selfconscious, gave one look at his bare
legs and was into bed like a fright
ened rabbit.
MAZDA leaned weakly against the
door and laughed, and as she did so
she felt herself plucked by the arm.
She stepped into the corridor and DR..
Gillespie said: II came to ask II you
needed help. My side is finished"
He looked more human, young and
somewhat mischievous.
mo. thanks. No. 38 was the last"
That's lucky. I don't suppose you
could have survived many like that.
Lord" said DR.. Gillespie, with
chuckle, I'll never forget that fellows
face when he found he was minus
pants"
"I think the danger from the storm
is over now, don't you?" MAZDA asked
Undoubtedly. We were lucky"
In another half hour the first OF
the emergency cases began coming
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wards were lined with cots. The
lights in the operating rooms were
on all night. The path Of the storm
had passed just two blocks away.
but the hospital was safe.
MAZDA felt more friendly toward
DR.. Gillespie when she thought OF
how he had turned in and helped
her like-Well, like a human being.
She had despised his airs and his
assumption of Importance, but now
she was willing to admit there might
be some good in him. After all, he
was quite young and perhaps he fels
he could not put himself across If
he did not put high value on him
self. But when he came to make
rounds next morning, he was still
as stiff as a ramrod, and he still
basked, with lordly condescension, in
Miss Fox adulation. He did not
give Mazda a glance. Mazda smiled
to herself and decided that If it took
q convulsion of nature to jar him
into amiability, DR.. Gillespie was not
worth bothering about.
Therefore she was the more sur
prised when he sought her out that
afternoon. 1t was Friday, when a
meager tea was dispensed at the
nurses home to any one who was of
duty, and Miss Fox had magnani-
mously given MAZDA the coveted after
noon hours. The internes always
turned out to a man at the prospect
of free food, and they shone con-
spicuously in the predominatingly
female throng. Mazda secured her
cup of tea and the two very thin
sandwiches that went with it and sat
down in a corner where she could
watch.
She was no older than the other
girls, she was certainly not man.
hater, yet she could not see herself
frisking about in hopes Of attracting
the notice Of the callow youths she
felt most of the internes to be. Not
Johnnie, of course; he was dear, but
nothing to get excited over. And as
for that estimable tin soldier, DR..
Gillespie
well, Miss Connell," quoted DR..
Gillespie in her ear, where are we
going?'
(To be continued)