The Ypsilanti daily press. (Ypsilanti, Mich.) 1928-1962, 1945-01-10

something else entirely; something
that had nothing to do with reason
In fact, it didn't seem to have any
thing to do with me; it was just ar
intangible thing that lowered in tn,
very air of that room. The queer
part of it, of course, was that j
should be ineligible to me. an
never president; have a good stom
ach, no nerves and little magma
ton.
Beevens closed the door behind
me, and Conrad Brent said, "My
wife tells me that the nurse who &C.
companied you here is woman
who was once my sons wife. / am
sending her away at once. | expect
you to care for my son yourself I'M
til | can make other arrangements
He paused then, and added, Mrs
Chivery will help you if you need
her"
He stood on the hearth-rug wait.
ing for me TO say, Eyes. sir" land
unless | was wrong, little afraid
| wouldn'D. He was not tall man
but he was rather muscular and
thick; he had brown face. a sharp
ly aquiline nose and bearded chin
His eyes were heavily lidded and
rather bright in color. He was a
little bald; he wore, besides the
somewhat stringy beard. a short
gray mustache with two sharply
waved points at either side.
Just above him on the breast OF
the mantel was coat of arms
carved and painted in somber, rich
colors: it was an animal. an obese
and unidentifiable creature which
may have been a unicorn, standing
sportively on one leg on a bit OF
green. The coat of arms was not
quartered, which was unusual and
showed me how old the direct line
must be. II might have showed me
too, but didn't think of it then. the
deliberate casting away % all the
hundreds of intermingling and in
tervcning blood streams in order to
cling with absurd stubbornness and
self-deception to one chosen ances-
trail line.
didn't consciously think Of any
thing however but Drue. | said, so
emphatically that my voice rang out
against the dark woods and books
and red leather Of that study, rather
more loudly than | intended. "I'm
afraid Miss Gable will have to stay"
~ beg your pardon he said, al
though he couldn't have helped hear
ing me.
Imade II clearer but lower in tone.
"You can't send Miss Cable away.
She is hers-as q nurse. We are both
needed"
ave can get another nurse from
New York by morning. Tell her to
be ready to leave in half an hour"
suppose he was not often de-
fed, so, whether his arrogance was
assumed OF real, obviously it worked.
He just didn't believe my own oppo-
sition. SO | took a long breath and
walked up nearer him. Look here"
| said, do you want your son TO die"
That touched him. Something
finched and moved back of his
bright eyes and one hand reached
out toward the tall back Of a chair
near him. He said. Hes not go
ing to die" and looked at me as il
daring me to deny it, but it had
frightened him all the same.
"Twentv-four hours - thirtv-six
at the most will tell the tale. II
things go well, there's not much for
US to do. only routine. II things go
wrong. that's different. I'd advise
YOU TO let her stay. Besides. he
knows she's here" That told on him
too; saw it again in the fash,
away back in his eyes.
81 thought he was unconscious.
Chivery told ME he would be uncon-
scious for some time"
ne reused a little, said a few