Henderson daily dispatch., 1936-07-14
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w. By NAR/E 6Z/Z4RD Eckh%
CHAPTER A
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WHILE SHE was waiting for an
answer to her call to Win. Joa,,
looked into a mirror at her side and
was startled to find how large and
dark her eyes were in her white
strained face.
please make him answer" she
prayed silently. 'and please let me
think of him as friend anG nothing
more"
Hello. :" Wins voice. The
voice she had heard over and over in
her heart.
"Dr. Winsloe?" He said it was.
win this is JOAN" she didn't
wait for him to say anything. II
need you something terribly seri-
Gus has happened. Please don't ask
ME any questions. Come to me at
once. There's been an accident"
She gave him the address and hung
up the receiver.
Can you trust him?" Sheila
begged.
win ONCAS OUt lily lIcdItp
she answered with a bitter note.
Then. go in the other room and
change your dress. Sheila. That
lOotG '>~f"
While Shella changed her dress,
Joan sat beside Pierre and wished
that she knew something about first
aid for gentlemen who shot them
selves accidently or otherwise. Was
one a gentleman if one did such
thing?
With such foolish thoughts she
occupied her mind to keep the
thought of the meeting ahead from
crowding it.
Nevertheless, when she found a
Gpstick in the pocket of her coat, she
painted her mouth with it without
realizing that she did it.
Why didn't he come? It was
scarcely 10 minutes between the time
that she talked to him and the mo-
ment when he arrived but Joan lived
through five years of suspense.
She had often thought of the mo-
ment when she would see him
again, conducted countless imaginary
conversations with him. converse
tons that were bright and gay and
friendly but distinctly impersonal.
Now. all she said was. THANK you
for coming, Win. In here. please
and as he followed her into the white
living room with it's arresting color
note of crimson that dyed the white
rug-"Sheila, this is DR.. Winsloe, an
old friend of mine. Miss True"
Win acknowledged the introduce
ton with the merest nod. His atten-
ton was for the figure on the lounge.
While he probed with expert fingers,
Joan babbled on about "the accident.
Wen do away with explanations
for now. Joan. Get me a basin of
hot water. I'll need your help"
There was no time, and this was
not the place, for personalities. 1t
seemed perfectly natural that Joan
should help Win. hand him the in
struments he named. sterilize them
at his instruction. watching his deft,
sure fingers and waiting with thump-
ing heart until he said. Not a bad
wound but we'll have to operate to |
get the bullet out"
Then Joan told him why they had
sent for him and begged his help to
keep the whole thing quiet
For whole minute of silence Joan |
was afraid that he would not agree. |
Then he said, "All right if you'll |
give me a hand, I'll take him to a |
hospital and no one will know where |
ne has come from"
mo. Joan, darling, I can't let you |
do that" Sheila appeared wrapped in |
a cape of snowy ermine, IT will go |
with Pierre If the doctor will permit |
me-"
You'll do nothing of the kind"
Joan was furious. '"The whole idea, |
which was yours, was that you are |
not to be connected with this in any |
way and now you want to do q Flor |
ence Nightingale. turning up at the |
hospital with him / wish 1 could !