The Wilmington morning star., 1940-02-19

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laid, sweeping her eyes over the Ia
,.de of the fashionable apartment
house on East End avenue peIore
which Bill had stopped his a Ihere
WAS q uniformed dorman on his way
IN open the car door. Inside, IN the
dimly lighted foyer, she coulo see
rich rugs and the usual appointments
of an expensive private apartment
house. There was no name on the
awning, only the street number
"Evening, Doctor" the door man
said. holding the door for Faolenhe
and Bill to get out.
They went into the lobby ana sot
Into the elevator while Bill explain
ed. ats 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
tients are charity cases and the
other half pays through the nose.
They both get the same treatment.
I do most of my work here"
"Are you here very much, Biz"
Eyes, I do all my operating here"
That, she thought with mingled
concern and delight, would mean
That she'd see a 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 comfortable chairs
arranged in groups. There was a
thick rug of pleasant dark colors on
The floor, neat piles of magazines on
two of the small tables, standing
ashtrays and ~colorful framed pic
lures on the walls. A small desk
by the elevator door and the per-
vading smell of antiseptics were all
that kept Fabienne from thinking
that Bill had had a brain wave and
got off at the wrong floor.
'This way" he said, leading the
way to a room off the foyer. He
knocked at a door and a woman's
pleasant, hearty voice answered,
"Come in, pleased"
Isobel Chandler, who Wore a
nurses uniform and the cap she
had earned thirty years before, got
up from her desk with a broad well
coming smile on her homely face.
"Mrs. Chandler, this is Miss Sey'
mour, the young lady I told you
about on the telephone" His eyes
met the steady blue eyes that
seemed to say, you can trust me,
Doctor, not to tell this young wom-
an what we have created for her"
There was no need for the volun-
tary services of a 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 a 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. In the glance that accom-
panied her handshake, Isobel
Chandler measured the girl before
her and liked what she saw.
"You a run along, DR. Mallory"
n Sald fupll IL IKE " tdlh
to Miss Seymour"
Bill said, "Thanks," and without
even a backward glance or a word
to Fabienne, he left.
Fabienne sat down In a chair OPP
posite Mrs. Chandler, feeling as
nervous as if she were applying for
a lob 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
a 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
ways handled all that work"
Fabienne wondered what that
work, was and if this capable di-
rectress would find her inadequate,
You'll find it very different from
what you've been doing" she went
on, smiling. "Dr. Mallory has told
me something of your ambitious
projects at Willoughby House.
You'll probably lind this dull. How.
ever, We'll find plenty for you to
do for whatever number of hours
you can spare US"
II can give you as much time as
you want, Mrs. Chandler. What ..
what could I do?"
"Well-" Isobel Chandler said
hesitantly. Bill Mallory had called
her only a few hours before and
she hadn't had much time to form
any ideas about what Fabienne's
usefulness would be. If it had been
any other doctor than Mallory, she
thought, she would have refused
Suddenly her face frightened
you've worked with children?'
she said.
"Oh, yes!" Fabienne answered
eagerly.
splendid! Chiefly, our children
have to be entertained. Would you
find it tedious to teach them little
games and to read them?"
mot at all. I'd love it,
"And they'd like you, I'm sure
Mrs. Chandler said, rising. Come
with me. I'll introduce you tt
Them"
els that all I could do?" she
asked, following the Whitehead fig
ure into the elevator that tool
them up two stories to the chill