The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-01


 responsibIlity of her chafge, was relieved to see pr. Kaye at the door.
 Johnny, can't you give her something to make her sleep?"
 Zoe overheard. SShe rose, sway ing giddiiy.
 sDr. Kaye, you can't do any thing for me. Katharine should not have bothered you. I'm sorry. Just go away and leave me alone" There was a kind of desperate dig nifty about the small figure.
 Zoe. dear. your mother and father will be home soon. They won't know whats happened. Do you want to frtghten- them ?" Katharine asked her gently.
 That's true. That's true.v Zoe seemed suddenly tractable. ..You give me something to sleep on, doctor, and I'll be better to-mor- row, perhaps"
 John Kaye had his finger on her pulse now; his quiet eyes were examining her.
 T have something in my kit" he said. "It's right there on the chair, Katharine
 The tall, slender girl in white, with the fair hair brushed like golden casque on her head, found the leather case and gave it to him in one quiet movement. John Kaye smiled at her; she was so cool and sure of herself, so aloof, apparently, from earthly troubles. Katharine recognized the quality of his smile and answered it in kind. < John was good: Whenever he was around you felt safe.
 "This will do the trick. Two of these now. You'll sleep like log"
 "All right" Zoe said docilely. T want to bathe my face, think. Back in minute.
 Katharine and Dr. Kaye waited as she disappeared into the gilt tering, tiled bathroom. They could hear the rushing of water. Then thud.
 John Kaye rushed for the door. It was locked.
 "The balcony!" gasped Kath- arine. "You can get in through the bathroom window"
 The doctor hooked his leg over the sill. He was out of sight. Kath- areine waited, her heart thudding painfully. Zoe-how awful! What would they find?
 The key grated in the lock. Dr. Kaye stood in the doorway, Zoe's limp Zoe, her face stained by brownish liquid.
 What of egg, quickly" grated the doctor. Katharine never knew how they got through the confusion that followed. Bells ringing-peo- pie hurrying to and fro through the corridors. Mrs. Parker was there, her face strained and white. And there was nurse with dark hair under a f1yaway cap.
 However did it happen ?" walled Zoe's mother. Katharine said some thing nervous and rather garbled about Zoe's desperate headache John Kaye's prescription.
 "She just got the wrong medi- cine. that's all." Katharine said. trying to make the lie sound req sonable.
 "Oh, Katharine, do you think so?" Terror looked out of the older woman's eyes. Katharine, 1t wasn't anything else? She was happy lately, wasn't she? It wasn't wasn't the. other?"
 'How could it be" You had to lie to mothers, Katharine reflected. Zoe's mother couldn't have borne to know what her child had gone through that summer night. Life was sometimes too black and pitted with terror.
 All through the night they fought for Zoe's life. Kath- arine went through the halls soft ly; once she met John in the door, way and he smiled at her wearily, gently.
 "John, is she are you going to be able to-?"
 Don't aske me now. I don't know" He looked desperately tired. You'd better lie down and get some rest yourself" < "Oh. I'm all right. I simply couldn't go home. wouldn't be able to sleep anyhow"
 She went down again to the li- brary where Mrs. Parker, propped with pillows and sustained by her husband, was waiting.
 The woman's haggard eyes sought her face. ''Katharine, if Zoe dies. I'il--''
 Don't talk that way, Mama" Henry Parker patted his wife's hand. "She can't die. We won't let her." They were simple people again, this house and all the gran deur they had acquired meant