Henderson daily dispatch., 1938-04-02

worry about you these last nve
minutes"
There was no time to explain
about Bruce Kemper. The nurse
took the phone from Garry, but
Barbara heard him asking her to
make sure that the man wa gone.
In few words she told the story
and heard it being relayed. Then
the nurse said. "Mr. Page wants
to know if you'll drop in at his
apartment tomorrow night after
work. He's going nome in the
morning."
It was late when Barbara
wakened the next morning. For
a moment she tried to remember
what had happened. Then it all
came back. Garry was, hurt. She
flew to the telephone and dialed
the hospital.
"Mr. Pager" the nurse said
presently. sleeping comfortably.
Yes, he is going home presently"
She was going to. be late to
work this morning. She dashed
under the shower, dressed quickly
in the black dress whose access
sories she now varied. Today she
chose a coral necklace and a black
beret that dipped over one eye,
and was banded in back with a
coral piece Of leather. Then she
wriggled into her last winters
jacket of Persian lamb, grateful
that it was an accepted sports
model. She ran down the stairs,
walked quickly through the crisp,
bright air that was generously
speckled with snowflakes, and
ducked into a drug store for
double orange juice and some cof-
fee.
Hello, Tardiness," a lazy voice
greeted her as a man sat down on
an adjoining stool at the counter.
celebrating last night?"
The man was the last person
she expected to see at a drug store
counter on Sixth avenue and
Eighth street at 20 minutes of
nine in the morning. It was Jack
Metcalf and he was in evening
clothes.
Coffee" he told the clerk.
''Tons Of it, boiling and strong and
straight" He turned back to
Barbara. "I have to go home and
pound out two chapters to wind
up a serial. Imagine, out all
night and two chapters due to-
morrow!"
''Was the evening a success ?"
Barbara asked. cit must have
been, the way you prolonged it."
'"The evening! My child, I was
at work for my publishers. Ever
hear Of a visiting English
authoress? There's one in town
and she wanted to see the city so
was her escort. We saw it-she
could fill the five shelf libraries
of America with her notes. And
she wouldn't go home"
where is she now?" Barbara
asked.
"At her hotel just dropped
her at the Lafayette. She likes
living near where Mark Twain
used to-. reside. Ever see his
house? You haven't and you live
so near! Listen, my innocent
country lass, I'm taking you sight
seeing the next time I have a |
night off"
Barbara stood up. IT must fly"
''Wait until I drink this. I'm
taking a cab and TIL drop YOU"
They were caught in the stream
of cross-town traffic in the West |
forties, travelling east, when Bar
bara glanced from the window.
There, on the corner with other
pedestrians, stood Natalie. She
was slim and chic and lovely in a
Dubonnet suit and silver foxes.
Her eyes caught the occupants of |
the cab at the same moment. For
a second, caught unawares, her de-
fenSeS were down.
why she loves him! She loves
Jack!" Barbara thought.
Then she waved at Natalie, and |
spoke to Jack. There's Nat. Can
we pick her up?"
He glanced out Of the cab and
back at the girl. I'VE can-but |
why?"
"She works so near me-"
Listen, Barbara, Natalie would |
refuse to get in this cab if we
asked her. Better take my word |!
for it -