The Waterbury Democrat., 1935-06-15
Nuns0sez .Nseethe0zt4 5 By Mabel MeElIiott
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SYNOPSIS
 KATHARINE STRYKHURST, beautiful, 20, falls in love with MICHAEL HEATHEROE owner of m riding school. Katharine's father is rich and her step. mother q snob.
 ZOE PARKER, Katharlne's friend, has an unhappy love af. fair and is saved from suicide by yOnne DIR. JOHN KAYE.
 Overhearing two detectives ask for Michacl's address, Katharine rushes to warn him, although she Inns not seen him since his enRagement to SALLY MOON, local coquette, has been an- nounced.
 Michael refuses to go away un- less Katharine comes with him. They are married in an obscure little town. Then Michael insists on returning to face the detec- lives. He lcnrns he is heir to q fortune and title in Ireland. Nil. chaeI leaves at once for New York to see the lawyer handling the case. He is injured in a traf. flc accident.
 Katharine, frantic when she does not hear from him, believes Michael has tricked her.
 Sally goes to New York and locates Michael in Q hospital.
 CHAPTER XXX
 "You must help me-" she said, her voice taking on its cooins Note. I've must search the hos- pitals--the morgues--"
 "My dear young woman" shud- tered MT. Downrigg. Surely you ton't think"
 She was firm, but to show him now deeply she was affected by ,he thought of Michael injured or dead she wept little,, quite pret. tily and convincingly.
 "We must" she said. "We dare not do otherwise. After all" she reminded him, with a liquid glance of those dark, opaque eyes, I'm his promised wife, you know"
 She could see herself telling the story to newspaper reporters, Dead or alive, Michael should not escape her.
 Michael opened his eyes and stared about him. There was a square of light that marked the window. He shut his eyes again because that light hurt him and he felt sore all over--almost as if he had been bruised in & fight.
 Yesterday Yesterday |.
 There was something he want ed to remember. And could not, So he closed his eyes and lay still, Presently tho sound of crisp, starched skirts rustling came to his ears. and he opened his eyes again, just little. There was a nurse. She had q cool, wide face with smiling eyes. She had a thermometer in her hand and she shook 1t a little, smiling down at him.
 "Well, we're quite a lot better to-day, aren't we?" she said.
 Michael would have frowned fl like the square of light hadn't hurt him. Nurses always talked that way, as if the patient were a child. Was he better? He didn't know. Wasn't sure, even that he had been really i'll. Il was too much trouble to talk.
 The nurse wrote something down on a chart that hung or the foot of the bed; Michael could sec that much. out of tho mere crack ho had opened in his shut. tered lids. Then sine went away and came back again with cloudy draught which she held to his lips. x
 "oh. goodl" The words came drowsily, almost involuntarily and he could fool very vibration of triumph go through the nurses body as she kept cool professional fingers on his wrist.
 "Well now, isn't that splendid He likes his medicine. does he !? We'll, if he's very good he shall see somebody after bit, and that will make him better still"
 Michael hadn't the remotest ,dea what she was talking about, and he didn't carc in the least. It was far too much trouble to ask.
 He drowsed again and the pain was less. There was somebody -