The Washington times., 1937-02-08

complacency probably accounted
for by the news with which she
was bubbling-Andy Norwood had
invited the three of them to have
dinner with him.
Tell Pat to prettify herself"
advised Sonia.
Where is she?"
Having a talk with the Dean.
Didn't you knoW?"
Phyllis remembered now, think
ing it odd that she had forgotten
about Pats engagement to go, this
afternoon, to the Trinity Cathe-
dral. For it had been much on her
mind yesterday, and she had won
dered what might happen there
reproaching herself for wishing
that she might be mouse on that
occasion Today's strange events
had swept it all from her memory.
Breathing more freely, now that
attention had been diverted from
her unusual behavior. Phyllis be-
came almost ight-hearted, made
herself an egg-nog, and took pleas
ure in putting the apartment to
rights. She carried her mothers
photograph to the window and
looked at it for long time.
Exploring the box of rather
pitiful little keepsakeS in her
trunk, Phyllis re-read her mothers
long letter-her last one-in which
there had been so much Of Newell
Paige. his almost obseSSive inter-
est in his profession, the high opin-
ion in which he was held by DR..
Endicott who, she understood, had
already nominated the talented
young surgeon as his successor
when the time should come for his
own retirement.
Phyllis folded the letter and re-
placed it with the others in the
box Her mother seemed very
near today. And her bereavement
swept over her almost as if she were
fully realizing it for the first time.
Pat was now quietly letting her
self in, very deliberate about tax
ing off her things.
"Pat!" she called, after some
minutes had passed. We're going
out to dinner with DR.. Norwood.
Sonia telephoned."
No answer.
Even if you don't feel quite up
to it, Pat, better make the effort.
Sonia will be frightfully dis
appointed, you know"
There was a stir in the living.
room but no reply.
I'D rather be shot, myself, ;"
pursued Phyllis. from the depths
of her clothes-cloSet. I've had a
rough day, too, I'm telling you'll"
Shortly before 5 on Tuesday,
Phyllis went to the cathedral, re.
lieved to find that the last caller
for the day was just leaving. Dean
Harcourt was alone in the library.
so, you delivered the dog to
Mr. Parker" he said at length,
looking up into her moody eyes.
They told me the dog was in your
company when you left, and there
has been no report that Mr..
Parker returned to claim him"
Yes" admitted Phyllis. I'VE
met in the park"
Pleasant fellow"
Very"
Something tells me you rather
liked Mr.. Parker, Phyllis"
I'm afraid he deceived you. His
name is not Parker"
What makes you think that?
Did he tell you?"
mo. Not directly. But I have
reasons for being quite sure that
he is the DR.. Paige who ran away
after he made that terrible mistake
In mothers operation"
Does Mr.. Parker know that you
suspect him of being this DR..
Paige?"
Yes. I'll tell you all about it,"
said Phyllis, seating herself oppo.
site him.
1t was quite long story and not
an easy one to tell. especially the
part in the art institute.
Perhaps" reflected Dean Har-
court, you would have done bet
ter to obey your impulse. I agree
with you that your mother, under
such circumstances, would prob
ably have gone to him and re-
lieved his mind.
But I'm a girl! I couldn't!"
she protested, with swimming
eyes.
I'm not chiding you, dear" as
sured the Dean kindly, but it
seems to me you might have ap-
preached him - seeing how dis.
tressed he waS-with some little
token of your sympathetic feeling
for him"
TO Be Contlnued)
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