Henderson daily dispatch. (Henderson, N.C.) 1914-1995, 1939-12-28
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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

us THIS the Park-Plaza 2" Fa-
bienne said, sweeping her eyes over
the facade Of the fashionable apart
ment house on East End avenue be-
fore which Bill had stopped his
car. There was uniformed door
man on his way to open the car
door. Inside, in the dimly lighted
foyer, she could see rich rugs and
the usual appointments of an ex-
pensive private apartment house.
There was no name on the awning,
only the street number
Evening, Doctor" the door man
said, holding the door for Fabienne
and Bill to get out.
They went into the lobby and got
into the elevator while Bill ex-
planned, IT'S a private hospital run
by DR.. Chandler and his wife They
have the three top floors. It's a
children's hospital. Half the pa
tents are charity cases and the
other half pays through the nose.
They both get the same treatment.
I do most of my work here"
care you here very much, Bill :"
Eyes. do all my operating here"
That, she thought with mingled
concern and delight, would mean
that she'd see lot Of him.
The elevator stopped at the
twelfth floor and they got out,
stepping into a large foyer that
was pleasantly hOme-like with
glowing lamps and deep comfort
able chairs arranged in groups.
There was thick rug of pleasant
dark colOrs on the floor, neat plies
OF magazines on two Of the small
tables, standing ashtrays and col
A small desk by the elevator door
and the pervading smell Of anti
septics were all that kept Fabienne
from thinking that Bill had had
brain wave and got off at the
wrong floor
"This way" he said, leadilg the
yvov to a room off the foyer He
Knocked at a door and a wv.uan's
pleasant, hearty voice answered,
come IN, ple2Se!'
Isobel Chandler, who wore a
nurses uniform and the cap she
had earned thirty years before, got
up from her desk with q broad vel
coming smile on her homely face.
Mrs. Chandler, this is Hiss Sey-
mour, the young lady told you
about on the telephone" His eyes
met the steady blue eyes that
seemed to say, You can trust ne,
Doctor, not to tel this young Wona-
an what we have created for her"
There was no need for the Volun-
tary services of q worker at the
Park-Plaza, but DR.. Mallory had
said, There s no obligation on your
part, Mrs. Chandler, but you'd be
doing a fine thing if you'd help me
TO create place for this girl" He'd
said many other things, Of course.
Fabienne smiled and took the
hand that the older woman held out
to her Ir the glance that accom-
panied her handshake, Isobel
Chandler measured the girl before
her and liked what she saw.
"You can run along, DR.. NAL
lory," she said abruptly. I'D Ike
to talk to Miss Seymour"
Bill said, Thanks" and without
even a backward glance or a word
to Fabienne, he left.
Fabienne sat down = I chair OPP
posite Mrs. Chandler, feeling as
nervous as if she were applying for
a job that stood between her and
starvation.
We've a. very peculiar situation
here, Miss Seymour We're private
ly owned, you know, but we have
great many charity cases. How
ever, these latter cases are not sent
to us from the central Organiza-
ton, rather they're the ones brought
here privately by our staff doc
tors
Fabienne nodded.
For that reason, we are not en-
titled to the services of registered
social workers. Our staff has al