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ri _ % THE < By Gracs Livir r? ? IIM I I 11 Ml I I I ! I ?I? I?? ? SI NOPS1S Young Gresot v Sterling. having made a fortune in t e Wo* reluctantly returns to his home town and takes a luxurious room at the Whittall House In i park, he sees a girl sitting or. a bench suddenly keel over, and ru>hes to her rescue He takes her to a hospital where the doctor pronounce* the case starvation Gregory encages a private room and a sot c?a! nurse. Mis* Gowen While Gregory insiders endowing a hospital room it- noii cry ot his mother, for the i'ree use of strangers, he finds a purse beneath the park bench where the girl had sat Opening it tie finds it empty except for a 'etter addressed to Miss Margaret ucLkiren. itm Knutnan srreci. wun ;? oiurreo Vermont pietmait Reaching Rodman street, he talks to a dtsa.:i cenble landlady, who insinuates Miss McLaren cave up a good job because ot her boss* behavior, and that three weeks rent is overdue Gregory pays the rent. He then reads the letter, signed Grandmother, thanking Margaret for the money she sent When he reaches the hospital to make arrancetnents for the endowment, he finds the patient improved but insistent on leaving immediately to find a job He tolls her of the room endowment, anci guarantees to get her a good job by Mor y Greg ponders on methods ot doing good with his mor y. and writes Rhodcric' Steele, a Virginia minister he met on the train, for possible guidance After church he goes to the hospital. tells Ma- iret he is giving her a job himself, and 'hat in the morning they will rent an oCce in a rooming house known to Miss G wen. and get to work. '"''Tie following morning the head nurse returns from a vacation, ignorant of the endowed room, and insultingly questions Margaret's rick's there, and tells her to get out Margaret, till weak, leaves and finds refuge in a tailwav station, considering her next step Meanwhile, on a small Vermont farm. Margaret's feeble old grandparents worry about her. and lament the wickedness of the city, and the need for Margaret to work there in order to pay the interest on the mortgage held by hard old Elias Horner Horner arrives to demand full payment by four days after Thanksgiving. Back at the hospital. Miss Gowen discovers Margaret's absence. CHAPTER IV?Continued "Oh. it's you. is it, Miss Gowen? Well, I wondered when you'd turn up. Just what have you been trying to put over on the hospital authorities. I should like to know? Letting a charity case into our most expensive private room that had been under special orders for one of our best paying patients?" Miss Gowen's pleasant eyes flashed fire. "1 had nothing to do with letting my patient into the room," she said, "she was there when 1 came on the case. I understood that she was placed there by orders from the office. I have nothing to do with that, but 1 do have to do with looking after my patient. Will you kindly tell me what you have done with her? 1 will go to her at once and you can settle the other question with the people who put her there. Where is she?" "I'm sure 1 don't know," was the cold reply. "1 told her that I would give her five minutes to dress and get out of the hospital if she was able to go. If she wasn't I said I would have her moved to the ward where she belonged. She seemed to think she could go. so I hope she has gone. You'll probably have plenty ol chance to explain to the office. The idea, a girl like that in that room!" "Wl.at do you mean, a girl like that?" asked Margaret's nurse, now thoroughly roused. "She was a luvciy gin. i never saw a lovelier." "You being the judge!" sneered Miss Grandon. "Well, we'll see whether the board of directors agrees with you when it comes to a showdown. "This isn't a reform school and we don't keep our most expensive private rooms for young women who run around with strange young men who pretend they are paying for it, and tell lies about memorial rooms." "But it is a memorial room," said Miss Gowen breathlessly, "the bronze tablet is expected to arrive today!" "Oh, so that young fellow put something over on you, too, did he? I begin to see why they never made you a head nurse!" Miss Gowen grew white with anger, and her eyes grew dark with indignation for an instant. Then she turned and strode away down the hall to the stairs and disappeared, while Miss Grandon watched her with a supercilious smile. Miss Gowen inquired of every nurse and attendant who had been about during the last half hour, but none of them had seen Margaret McLaren, except a man down in the front office who thought he had seen a young woman come down the stairs a few minutes ago and slip hurriedly out of the street door. The nurse went out in the street, up and down, wildly, in her uniform, The Cherokee Sco CHRIS igston Hill * ! the cold wind blowing her hair tidily about her face but there i no sign of her patient. She dashed back into the hosp and interviewed all the nurses her hall, but no one had seen M garet leave. At last, filled with chagrin i embarrassment. Miss Gowen t her way to the telephone booth i tried to call up Greg. Now Greg had arisen early, he realized that he had many thi to set in order if he was to honestly a business man before took on a secretary in earnest. He had spent much time in room formulating plans, for he keonlv th^t thic crirl utmilrl ho c oicious of him if his mind appea to be in chaos regarding his bi ness. How could any man think i a noisy place like this? Thunder of trains, clang of trolley cars, i\ of motors, bang. bang, bang of i engines, whistle of sirens. He felt that the first and most i portant thing was to get that til sad little girl located in a comfoi ; ble room, and somehow provide i salary in advance so that she wo be relieved from financial wot ! Perhaps it was almost time to si I more money to those old people \ had written her that pitiful li , letter he had read. So he had taken out pencil i i notebook and set down in order actly what he had decided to and what he meant to say to girl about her salary. That t the most difficult matter he wo | have to deal with, for he fores i that the girl would not be will "Who Did That, Miss Gowen? Asked Greg, His Voice Coldl Steady. to be befriended. After much liberation he decided to find out normal salary for high-class worl various kinds and pay her a sal that would be sort of an average them all. He would need help ir many different ways. Buying house, furnishing it. Surely pec paid big salaries for such work, was sure the girl, from her wt dainty appearance, had good tt and would be worthy of a good : ary for that. He ate a hasty breakfast and took himself to the big departm stores, where he sought out head: departments and asked a lot questions. Therefore it happe that when the little French t phone instrument In his hotel rc rippled out ring after ring, it I upon sneni, unresponsive air, word came back to the hosp booth, "They do not answer. S I keep on ringing?" Miss Gowen had Mr. Ster paged through the lobby, halls, ing room and writing rooms, they said he could not be foi She was fairly frantic and ran b to her own hall, routing out head nurse again, demanding rr information about the disappears of her patient. The heaa nurse was coldly castic. calmly triumphant, and w Greg finally arrived on the s< and went up to the room as been arranged, leaving his taxi u ing outside, he found an agiti Miss Gowen, his box of violets in her hand, confronting an icy perior outside the door of the rc I There were tears on Miss Gow ut, Murphy, N. C., Thursday TMAS E ***** un- ] cheeks, angry tears, baffled tears, ] vas and a look of frantic despair in her I eyes. ital "There he is now!" he heard her I on say, and the head nurse turned to [ar- look haughtily at the man who had dared to invade her sacred precincts and and disarrange her order of things, ook "She's gone!' said Miss Gowen to and Greg, suddenly smothering her agi- j tated face in her handkerchief, for "Gone?" said Greg, ngs "Yes, gone!" said Miss Gowen, be catching her breath in a kind of a he sob. "I suppose you'll blame me, but I never dreamed any such thing his could happen. They drove her out i felt while I was at breakfast. They i ius- told her this wasn't a memorial red room and you had lied to her." usi- "Who did that. Miss Gowen?" ; in asked Greg, his voice coldly steady, ihg his gray eyes alert, his firm jaw set bir in a way that made him a formidabfc ble foe. "Who dared to tell her that?" Greg's voice somehow reim semhled the blue of steel in a gun ed. [ pointed straight at a vital part. rta- Then up spoke the head nurse her with her most important air: u'^ "I did!" she said coldly. "I am ry- the head nurse. I discovered that someone had put over a gigantic : fraud on the hospital, and I made it ttle very plain to the girl who had presumed to accept a private room 3n" that she was not wanted there. I e*~ offered to have her moved to the ward where she belonged if she was '"e unable to leave the building but she declined most ungraciously." u " Greg's eyes were fixed upon Miss !aw Grandon now, and there seemed to be points of light in them that made - them burn like fire. Miss Gowen watched him startled. She wondered if the head nurse realized how angry he was. Suddenly he put up his hand and interrupted the hard, cold explanation. L "I see!" he said in the stern tone | used. "You need not say anything =. more now. We'll deal with that aftS erward. The point is, where is Miss McLaren now? Don't let's waste any more time!" Three nurses and an interne had (gathered up the hall listening. Just at that point a doctor arrived on the scene, the doctor who had taken the case when Margaret i McLaren had been brought in, and behind him walked a white-clad man v' from the office below with a workman in his wake, who carried a I large bronze plate. a "This is the room," said the 5* white-clad attendant to the workI man, pointing toward the open door 1 of the room where Margaret had been such a short time before. "The plate is to be on the door," he said. , "Yes," said the workman. "I measured it for the door panel. I i guess you'll havta ask these folks J i to move." n "What's all this?" asked the head nurse sharply, swinging around 'y upon the workman. "Just a bit of work to be done dg. here, Miss Grandon," explained the the attendant. ; 0f "But I don't understand!" said ary the head nurse sharply. ? of The doctor stepped forward pleasi so antly, yet with an air of authority, a to explain, iple "This room has been made a speHe cial memorial room. Miss Granlole don," he said. "This man has the ste bronze plate for the door." sal- "Bronze plate!" said Miss Gran- ] don, the color rising suddenly in be- her face. "Memorial room! What ent do you mean? And when could this s of possibly have been done?" of "This was done Saturday morning ned at that special meeting that was ele" called to arrange for the extra f'n nurses the baby ward. It was J: the donation of Mr. Sterling, a native and former resident of our city. Let me introduce him to you. Miss Grandon, Mr. Sterling. And now, .. Mr. Sterling, how is your patient? J,1?? I understand 1 am to have the pleasln~ ant duty of dismissing her from our H care, I've just been studying her ,n<r report card and it couldn't be more satisfactory." lore Miss Grandon's face was a study in,,? ir sudden crimson and Greg acknowledged the introduction only by sar. another stern, steady look. Then he hen turned to the doctor. :ene "I'm sorry," he said gravely, had 'there seems to have been some .'ait- very unkind work going on here and jted our patient has been driven away, still I'll leave you, doctor, to find out su- who is at fault, while 1 go out and >om. try to find the patient. I have no er.'s time to lose. I am very anxious December 2, 1937 jrideI ? Grace Livingston Hill * WMU Service about Miss McLaren, and if all 1 hear is true I'm afraid she will take pains that we shall never find her again. Are you coming to help me. Miss Gowen?" The doctor looked from one to another in perplexity, but Greg walked quickly away to the elevator with the nurse, and the groups about dissolved hastily, so that Miss Grandon was left to face the doctor's accusing eyes alone. CHAPTER V The taxi was chugging away at the door and Greg put the nurse in it. She had come just as she was, except to stop long enough at her room to snatch her cloak. Greg had given the order to the driver to go around the streets that were nearby to the hospital, and as they drove he looked down at the nurse and found her weeping softly. "Look here, now," he protested, "you mustn't feel that way. It certainly wasn't your fault." "Oh, but I can't help feeling it was," she said, brushing awav the tears. "But let's forget that now. Let's find Miss McLaren first. We can make it up to her. Where do you think she would go first?" "Oh, 1 don't know," said Miss Gowen. "Do you think she would go to her old boarding place and try to get her things first?" asked Greg. "No, I don't think she would," said Nurse Gowen. "I think she would hunt a job the very first thing." "There!" said Greg soothingly, "don't blame yourself. How would she go about getting a job as early as half past eight? Most places aren't open that early, are they?" "Well, not many. But there are employment offices." "Then let's go to the agencies in this region. She couldn't have walked far. She was too weak." So they visited every agency in the neighborhood, but found no trace of Margaret. "Well, perhaps we'd better try her old boarding place now," said Greg at last. "1 don't think she'll go back there till she has a job," said the nurse again. "She's very proud, and she told me how disagreeable that old landlady was. But, of course, it wouldn't hurt to try." So they drove to Rodman street and interviewed the human dreadnaught again. "Miss McLaren was to have left the hospital today," said Greg politely, "I am wondering if she has returned here yet or has gone to some friend's house. I have a message for her." "No, she ain't here," said the old woman, looking him sharply over, and then taking in the white-capped nurse in the taxi. "Has she got a job yet? I don't want her back unless she has a ioh. I nnn't waiting fer my money." "Miss McLaren has a Job," said Greg firmly, "but I don't think she intends to return here to stay." I "H'm!" said the old woman sourly, "I suppose you put her up to ! that!" "I think Miss McLaren will probably come or send for her things very soon," said Greg, ignoring her insinuation and speaking with far more confidence than he felt. They drove away into the sunshine of the day that was to have been so very pleasant for them all, filled with trouble and perplexity. "Have you any other suggestions?" asked Greg, looking at the nurse with the expression of a boy who had lost his best treasure and didn't know where to hunt next. "Did you tell her the address of the place we were going this morning to look at rooms?" "Why, yes, I did!" said Nurse Gowen, hope springing into her eyes again. "I told her all about it. She asked what part of the city it was in and 1 gave her the name of the woman and told her what rooms she had." "Well, shall we try your friend?" said Greg So they drove to the house where Nurse Gowen's friend lived and saw the pleasant double parlors that might be had for an office, and went upstairs to the big back bedsitting room, with a bath adjoining, that might be had for his secretary, and Greg said he would take them on the spot. The board was to begin the day his secretary arrived. 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