Bellefonte, Pa., April 6, 1917. “IR? Emm By™ Mary Roberts Rinehart rr mr — hee rv E—— «Copyright, by McClure Publications, Inc.) (Continued from last week.) SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I—At her home in the Street, Sidney Page agrees to marry Joe Drum mond “after years and years” and talks %0 K. Le Moyne, the new roomer, CHAPTER II—-Sidney’s aunt Harriet who has been dressmaking with Sidney’d mother, launches an independent modiste’s pation Sidney gets Dr. Ed Wilson's in- uence with his brother, Doctor Max, the successful young surgeor, to place her ir the hospital as a probationer nurse. CHAPTER III-K. becomes acquaintec #n the Street. Sidney asks him to stay an as a roomer and explains her plans for ad her home while she is in the school. CHAPTER IV—Doctor Max gets Sidney into the hospital school. CHAPTER V—Sidney and K. spend ar afternoon in the country. Sidney falls fnto the river. CHAPTER VI—Max asks Carlotta Har. gison, a probationer, to take a motor ride with him. Joe finds Sidney and K. al the country hotel, where Sidney is drying her clothes, and is insanely jealous. CHAPTER VII—While Sidney and K are dining on the terrace, Max and Car- lotta appear. K. does not see them, but for some reason seeing him disturbs Car- lotta strangely. CHAPTER VIII—Joe reproaches Sidney. She confides to K. that Joe knows now she will not marry him. CHAPTER IX—Sidney goes to training school and at home relies more and more on K. Max meets K. and recognizes him as Edwardes, a brilliant young surgeon who has been thought lost on the Titanic. K.'s losing cases lost him faith in him- self and he quit and hid from the world CHAPTER X-—Carlotta fears Sidney, Christine Lorenz and Palmer Howe are married. The hard facts of her new life puzzl. Sidney. . CHAPTER XI—Max continued his fir. tation with Carlotta, who becomes jealous of Sidney. K. coaches Max in his work, dut remains a clerk in the gas office. ' CHAPTER XII—Palmer and Christine move into rooms in Sidney's home. Sid. ney’s mother dies. Palmer neglects Chris. tine. CHAPTER XIII-On a joy ride witk Grace, a young girl, Palmer is hurt anc Johnny, the chauffeur, seriously injured CHAPTER XIV. By Christmas day Sidney was back in the hospital, a little wan, but vali- antly determined to keep her life to its mark of service. She had a talk with K. the night before she left. Katie was out, and Sidney had put the dining room in order. K. sat by the tahde and watched her as she moved about the room. The past few weeks had been very wonderful to him; to help her up and down the stairs, to read to her in the evenings as she lay on the couch in the sewing room; later, as she improved, to bring small dainties home for her tray, and, having stood over Katie while she cooked them, to bear them in triumph to that upper room—he had not been so happy in years. And now it was over. He drew a long breath. “Y hope you don’t feel as if you musi stay on,” she said auxiously. “Not that we don't want you—you know better than that.” “There is no place else in the whole world that I want to go to,” he said simply. “I seem to be always relying om somebody’s kindness to—to keep things together. First, for years and years, it was Aunt Harriet; now it is you.” “Don't you realize that, instead of your being grateful to me, it is I who am undeniably grateful to you? This is home now. I have lived around— in different places and in different ways. I would rather be here than any- where else in the world.” But he did not look at her. There was so much that was hopeless in his eyes that he did not want her to see. “In one way, it will be a little bet- ter for you than if Christine and Pal- mer were not in the house. You like Christine, don’t you?” “Very much.” “She likes you, K. She depends on you, too, especially since that night when you took care of Palmer's arm before we got Doctor Max. I often think, K., avhat a good doctor you would have been. You knew so well what te do for mother.” She broke off. She still could not trust her voice about her mother. “Palmer’s arm is going to be quite straight. Dr, Ed is so proud of Max over it. It was a bad fracture.” He had been waiting for that. Once at least, whenever they were together, she brought Max into the conversation. She was quite unconscious of it. “You and Max are great friends. I knew you would like him. He is in. teresting, don’t you think?” “Very,” said K. To save his life, he could not put any ‘warmth into his voice. He would be fair. It was not in human nature to expect more of him. “Those long talks you have, shut in your room—what in the world do you talk about? Politics?” “Occasionally.” She was a little jealous of those eve- nings, when she sat alone, or when Harriet, sitting with her, made sketches under the lamp to the accompaniment of a steady hum of masculine voices from across the hall. Not that she was ignored, of course. Max came in always, before he went, and, leaning over the back of a chair, would inform her of the absolute blankness of life in the hospital without her. And K. would stand in the doorway, quietly smoking, or go back to his room and lock away in his trunk the great German books on surgery with which he and Max had been working out a case. So K. sat by the dining-room table and listened to her talk of Max that last evening together. When the bells announced midnight, Sidney roused with a start. She realized that for She Stooped and Kissed His Cheek Lightly. : some timc neither of them had spoken, and that Ks eyes were fixed on her. The little clock on the shelf took up the burden of the churches, and struck the hour in quick staccato notes. Sidney rose and went over to K., her black dress in soft folds about her. “He is born, K.” “Fe is born, dear.” She stooped and kissed his cheek lightly. Christmas day dawned thick and white. Sidney left the listle house at six, with the street light still burning through a mist of falling snow. The hospital wards and corridors ‘were still lighted when she went on duty at seven o’clock. She had been assigned to the men’s surgical ward, and went there at once. She had not seen Carlotta Harrison since her moth- er’s death; but she found her on duty in the surgical ward. The older girl greeted her plesantly. “We were all sorry to hear of your trouble,” she said. “I hope we shall get on nicely.” Sidney surveyed the ward, full to overflowing. At the far end two cots had been placed. “The ward is heavy, isn’t it?” “Very. I've been almost mad at dressing hour. There are three of us —you, my@elf and a probationer.” The first light of the Christmas morning was coming through the win dows. Carlotta put out the lights and turned in a businesslike way to her records. “The probationer’s name is Ward well,” she said. “Perhaps you'd better help her with the breakfasts. If there's any way to make a mistake, she makes ity It was after eight when Sidney found Johnny Rosenfeld. “You here in the ward, Johnny!” she said. Suffering had refined the boy’s fea: tures. His dark, heavily fringed eyes looked at her from a pale face. But he smiled up at her cheerfully. “I was in a private room; but it cost thirty plunks a week, so I moved. Why pay rent?” Sidney had not seen him since his accident. And now the work of the ward pressed hard. She had only a moment. She stood beside him and stroked his hand. “I’m sorry, Johnny.” He pretended to think that her sym- pathy was for his fall from the estate of a private patient to the free ward. “Oh, I'm all right, Miss Sidney,” he said. “Mr. Howe is paying six dollars a week for me. The difference between me and the other fellows around here is that I get a napkin on my tray and they don't.” Before his determined cheerfulness Sidney choked. : “Have they told you what the trou ble is?” “Back’s broke. But don’t let that worry you. Dr. Max Wilson is going te operate on me. I'll be doing the tango yet.” Sidney's eyes shone. Of course, Maz could do it. What a thing it was to be able to take this life-in-death of Johnny Rosenfeld’s and make it life again! Sidney fed him his morning beef tea. and, because her eyes filled up with tears now and then at his helplessness, she was not so skillful as she might have been. When one spoonful had gone down his neck, he smiled up at her whimsically. “Run for your life, burst!” he said. As much as was possible, the hos- pital rested on that Christmas day. In ‘he afternoon, services were held in the chapel downstairs. Doctor Max, lounging against the wall, across the chapel, found his eyes straying toward The dam’s Sidney constantly. How she stood out from the others! What a zest for liv- ing and for happiness she had! The Christmas morning had brought Sidney half a dozen gifts. But the gift of gifts, over which Sid- ney’s eyes had glowed, was a great box of roses marked in Doctor Max's copper-plate writing, bor.” Tucked in the soft folds of her ker- chief was one of the roses that after | noon. Services over, the nurses filed ont, Max was waiting for Sidney in the cor- ridor. “Merry Christmas!” he said, and held out his hand. “Merry Christmas!” she said. see !”—she glanced down to the rose she wore. “The others make the most splendid bit of color in the ward.” “But they were for you!” “They are not any the less mine be cause I am letting other people have a chance to enjoy them.” Under all his gayety he was curious ly diffident with her. All the pretty speeches he would have made to Car | lotta under the circumstances died be fore her frank glance. Sidney eyed him, half amused, hah hurt. : “What have I done, Max? Is it bad for discipline for wus to be good friends?” Carlotta was watching them from the chapel. Something in her eyes roused the devil of mischief that al- ways slunibered in him. “My car's been stalled in a snow- drift downtown since early this morn- ing, and I have Ed's Peggy in a sleigh. Put on your things and come for a ride.” He hoped Carlotta could hear what he said; to be certain of it, he ma- liciously raised his voice a trifle. “Just a little run,” he urged. “Put on your warmest things.” Sidney protested. She was to be free that afternoon until six o'clock; but she had promised to go home. “K. is alone.” “K. can sit with Christine. Ten to one, he’s with her now.” . The temptation was very strong. She had been working hard all day. The heavy odor of tle hospital, mingled with the scent of pine and evergreen in the chapel, made her dizzy. The fresh outdoors called her. And, be sides, if K. were with Christine— “It's forbidden, isn’t it?” “I believe it is.” He smiled at her. “And yet, you continue to tempt me and expect me to yield!” “One of the most delightful things about temptation is yielding now and then.” After all, the situation seemed ab- surd. Here was her old friend and neighbor asking to take her out for a daylight ride. The swift rebellion of vouth against authority surged up in Sidney. “Very well; I'll go.” Cariotta had gone by that time— gone with hate in her heart and black despair. She knew very well what the issue would be. Sidney would drive with him, and he would tell her how lovely she looked with the air on her face and the snow about her. The jerky motion of the little sleigh would throw them close together. How well she knew it all! He would touch Sid- ney’s hand daringly and smile In her eyes. That was his method: to play at love-making like an audacious boy, un til quite suddenly the cloak dropped and the danger was there. If she could get Sidney out of the hospital, it would simplify things. She surmised shrewdly that on the Street their interests were wide apart. It was here that they met on common ground. Carlotta gave the five-o'clock medi: cines. Then she sat down at the table near the door, with the tray in front of her. There are certain thoughts thai are at first functions of the brain; after a long time the spinal cord takes them up and converts them into acts almost automatically. Perhaps because for the last month she had done the thing so often in her mind, its actual performance was almost without con- scious thought. Carlotta took a bottle from hes medicine cupboard, and, writing a new label for it, pasted it over the old one Then she exchanged it for one of the same size on the medicine tray. Throughout the dining room bus) and competent young women came and ate, hastily or leisurely as their oppor- tunity was, and went on their way again. In their hands they held the keys, not always of life and death per haps, but of ease from pain, of tender: ness, of smooth pillows, and cups of water to thirsty lips. In their eyes, as in Sidney’s, burned the light of serv- ice. The supper room was filled with their soft voices, the rustle of their skirts, the gleam of their stiff white caps. When Carlotta came in, she greeted none of them. They did not like her, and she knew it. Before her, instead of the tidy sup per table, she was seeing the medicine tray as she had left it. “I guess I've fixed her,” she said to herself. Her very soul was sick with fear of what she had done. (Continued next week.) ———For high class Job Work come to the “Watchman” Office. CASTORIA Bears the signature of Chas, H.Fletcher. In use for over thirty years, and The Kind You Have Always Bought. K. sent her « silver thermometer case with her monogram, Christine a toilet mirror : “From a neigh-; “You i Japanese Yearn for Americanization. Not with the view of making the best of an unwelcome condition, but, rather, with the manifest purpose of making the most of a welcome oppor- tunity, Miss Michie Tanaka, a Japan- i ese lady of Honolulu, Hawaii, in the Star-Bulletin of that city, presents a curiously strong though graceful plea in behalf of the Americanization of her people now on the islands or the mainland of the United States, says . the Christian Science Monitor. There is not visible in her communication | the slightest tincture of regret as to any loss which the Japanese immi- grant may suffer as a consequence of his merging into another nationality, but there is much in the nature of | congratulation that, at so small a ! sacrifice as any that may be entailed, { he may enjoy the advantages that are i opened to him through acceptance of | the language and ideals of his adopt- { ed country. The Japanese believe, | she says, that in the United States, | where people from many nations are | gathered together in the enjoyment of i the inestimable blessings which Amer- i ica offers, the English language and | the customs of the country should be ! supreme. At a time when the question of a | dual nationalism has so often been | thrust into public discussion in the | United States, and with frequent at- ‘ tempts at justification, it is refresh- | ing to learn from this lady that the | people in whose behalf she speaks “are full of gratitude that the broad- minded .of this country are giving the rising generation every opportunity of assimilating American ideals. They think that with the American and Japanese ideals combined, the Ha- waiian-born Japanese should beccome the kind of citizens who leave the world a little better than they found it.” According to Miss Tanaka, the Japanese have come to realize that English is positively indispensable, and so are encouraging the study of it. They appreciate, she says, the difficulties encountered by the public school teachers in handling so many nationalities, each with a different language and peculiarity of pronun- ciation. But learning English has be- come an essential, and rather than burden America altogether with the task of imparting it, the schools of Japan are teaching it. In the effort to get into closer touch with Western ways, the Japanese, she says, are gradually changing their method of writing from characters which orig- inated in China, and are substituting therefor a phonetic system which simplifies the recording of their lan- guage. This is interesting, but the most important thing is the assurance from Miss Tanaka that the Japanese in Hawaii are aiming, not at continuing to be Japanese, but at becoming good American citizens, in so far as they are given opportunity. The agencies to ‘which they resort for training are employed to this end. Every effort is made, that is to train the Japanese girls and boys on the islands for the duties of citizenship; “to create in them respect for honest and efficient public service, and to interest them in the work of making Hawaii a bet- ter, greater, and more beautiful coun- try in which to live.” Disappearing Bed Hidden in Ceiling ' of Room. For those who own small bungalows or cottages which lack guest rooms, some form of disappearing bed usu- ally is convenient when emergencies arise. Certain advantages are appar- ently to be found in one which is hidden in the ceiling of a room when it is not in actual use. This arrange- ment does not usurp wall, closet, or floor space. Two false panels are em- ployed, so that the place of conceal- ment is always covered. When the bed is lowered to the floor one of these panels descends and seals the opening. The other one, which is held below the bed, fits into place when the latter is raised. The bed is held in a box installed between the ceiling and the floor above. Cables attached to its four corners pass around pulleys mounted in the retaining box, extend through channels cut in the joists, and are made fast to a winding drum fit- ted in one of the side walls. Access to this is given by a small, neat door and by turning a crank the bed is raised or lowered. Association believes in out of door good times, for they give healthy bod- ies and help to give healthy minds. Last summer there were ten county camps conducted by county Young Women’s Christian Associations. These camps had tents full of jolly girls who worked delightedly for hon- ors which were given for many things, learning to swim, to play ten- nis, to make baskets, working with the other girls for a fine camp spirit and team play. Then there are good times around the camp fire when some one tells stories or talks of the things girls like to hear. A girl sat before the fire one evening with the light on her face. “Girls,” she said, “I’ve learned something in these two weeks 1 have never known before, life is not just for oneself, but for all of us to- gether.” ——For high class job work come to the “Watchman” office. George V Rigid Abstainer. London.—It is no longer, according to etiquette, to place any wines or liquors on the table whenever King George is a guest at military messes or with the fleet, says the “Spectator,” which is conducting an active cam- paign for prohibition during the war. The King’s order barring the use of alcoholic beverages in his palaces dur- ing the war is being adhered to rigid- ly. No wine is served even at dinner parties at Buckingham Palace or Windsor. The “Spectator” recalls the fact that after the King’s accident in France, when he was thrown from his horse, his physicians prescribed a small amount of wine. As soon as the doctors’ orders were withdrawn, how- ever, the King renewed his abstinence. ——Put your ad. in the “Watch- man | | ee ——————————————————————————— ————— ——The Young Women’s Christian |. Dry Goods. LYON @ COMPANY. Special For Easter! Our buyer has just returned from the Eastern mar- kets, and through advantageous buying, will have Special Sales on the following lines for TY DAYS ONLY. LOT 1.—Fine white Voile Waists, new large col- lar, embroidered and lace trimmed. Value $1.50. Special price - - - - 98c¢. LOT 2.—Ladies’ and Misses’ Spring Coats in checks and plaids, all colors. Values $8.00 to $10.00. 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