Belletonte, Pa., April 20, 1917.
(Continued from page 6, column 4.)
marries her. But he’ll not be true to
her; I know the type now.”
K. leaned back with a flicker of
pain in his eyes.
“What can I do about it?”
Astute as he was, he did not suspect
that Christine was using this method
to fathom his feeling for Sidney. Per-
haps she hardly knew it herself.
“You might marry her yourself, K.”
But he had himself in hand by this
time, and she learned nothing from ei-
ther his voice or his eyes.
“On twenty dollars a week? And
without so much as asking her con-
sent?” He dropped his light tone. “I'm
not in a position to marry anybody.
Iiven if Sidney cared for me, which
she doesn’t, of course—"
“Then you don’t intend to interfere?
You're going to let the Street see an-
other failure?”
“1 think you can understand,” said
K. rather wearily, “that if I cared less,
Christine, it would be easier to inter-
fere.”
After all, Christine had known this,
or surmised it, for weeks. But it hurt
like a fresh stab in an old wound. It
was K. who spoke again after a pause:
“The deadly hard thing, of course, is
to sit by and see things happening that
one—that one would naturally try to
prevent.”
“I don’t believe that you have al-
ways been of those who only stand and
wait,” said Christine. “Sometime, K,,
when you know me better and like me
better, I want you to tell me about it,
will you?”
“There's very little to tell. I held
a trust. When I discovered that I
was unfit to hold that trust any longer,
I quit. That's all.”
His tone of finality closed the discus-
sion. °*But Christine's eyes were on
him often that evening, puzzled, rather
sad. |
They talked of books, of music—
Christine played well in a dashing way.
K. had brought her soft, tender little
things, and had stood over her until
her noisy touch became gentle. She
played for him a little, while he sat
back in the big chair with his hand
screening his eyes.
‘When, at last, he rose and picked
up his cap, it was nine o’clock.
“I've taken your whole evening,” he
said remorsefully. “Why don’t you
tell me I am a nuisance and send me
off ?”
Christine was still at the piano, her
hands on the keys. She spoke with-
out looking at him:
“You're never a nuisance, K., and—"
Something in her tone caught his at-
tention.
“I forgot to tell you,” she went on.
“Father has given Palmer five thou-
sand dollars. He's going to buy a
share in a business.”
“That’s fine.”
“possibly. I don’t believe much in
_ Palmer’s business ventures.”
Her flat tone still held him. Under-
neath it he divined strain and repres-
sion.
“J hate to go and leave you alone,”
he said at last from the door. “Have
you any idea when Palmer will be
back?”
“Not the slightest. K., will you come
here a moment? Stand behind me; 1
don’t want to see you, and I want to
tell you something.”
He did as she bade him, rather puz-
zled.
“Here I am.”
“J think I am a fool for saying this.
Perhaps I am spoiling the only chance
I have to get any happiness out of life.
But I was terribly unhappy, K. and
then you came into my life, and I—
now I listen for your step in the hall,
I can’t be a hypocrite any longer, K.”
When he stood behind her, silent and
not moving, she turned slowly about
and faced him. He towered there in
the little room, grave eyes on hers.
“It’s a long time since I have had a
woman friend, Christine,” he said so-
berly. “Your friendship has meant a
good deal. Tn a good many ways, I'd
not care to look ahead if it were not
for you. I value our friendship so
much that I—"
“That you don't want to spoil it,”
she finished for him. “I know you
don’t care for me, K., not the way I—
But I wanted you to know. It doesn’t
hurt a good man to know such a
thing. And it—isn’t going to stop your
coming here, is it?”
“Of course not,” said K. heartily.
“But tomorrow, when we are both
clear-headed, we will talk this over.
You are mistaken about this thing,
Christine; I am sure of that. Things
have not been going well, and just be-
cause I am always around, and all that
sort of thing, you think things that
aren't really so. I'm only a reaction,
Christine.”
He tried to make her smile up at
him. But just then she could not
smile.
If she had cried, things might have
been different for everyone; for per-
haps K. would have taken her in his
arms. He was heart-hungry enough,
those days, for anything. And per-
haps, too, being intuitive, Christine
felt this. But she had no mind to
force him into a situation against his
will.
“It is because you are good,” she
said, and held out her hand. “Good-
night.”
Le Moyne took it and bent over and
kissed it lightly. There was in the
kiss all that he could not say of re-
spect, of affection and understanding.
‘had become tense, irritating.
“Good-night, Christine,” he said, and
went into the hall and upstairs.
The lamp was not lighted in his
room, but the street light glowed
through the windows. Once again the
waving fronds of the ailanthus tree
flung ghostly shadows on the walls.
There was a faint sweet odor of blos-
soms, so soon to become rank and
heavy.
CHAPTER XVIIL
Sidney went into the operating room
late in the spring as the result of a
conversation between the younger Wil-
son and the Head.
“When are you going to put my
protegee into the operating room?”
asked Wilson, meeting Miss Gregg in
a corridor one bright spring afternoon.
“hat, usually comes in the second
rear, Doctor Wilson.”
He smiled down at her.
a rule, is it?”
“Not exactly.
“That isn’t
Miss Page is very
young, and of course there are other
girls who have not yet had the expe-
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‘1 Can't Be a Hypocrite Any Longer,
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rience. But if you make the request—"
“I am going to have some good cases
soon. I'll not make a request, of
course; but, if you see fit, it would be
good training for Miss Page.”
Miss Gregg went on, knowing per-
fectly that at his next operation Doc-
tor Wilson would expect Sidney Page
in the operating room. The other doc-
tors were not so exigent. She would
have liked to have all the staff old and
settled, like Doctor O'Hara or the old-
er Wilson. These young men came in
and tore things up.
Sidney wert into the operating room
that afternoon. For her blue uni-
form, kerchief, and cap she exchanged
the hideous operating-room garb: long
straight white gown with short sleeves
and mob cap, gray-white from many
sterilizations. But the ugly costume
seemed to emphasize her beauty, as the
habit of a nun often brings out the
placid saintliness of her face.
The relationship between Sidney and
Max had reached that point that oc-
curs in all relationships between men
and women: when things must either
go forward or go back, but cannot re-
main as they are. The condition had
existed for the last three months. It
exasperated the man.
As a matter of fact, Wilson could not
go ahead. The situation with Carlotta
He felt
that she stood ready to block any move
he made. He would not go back, and
he dared not go forward.
If Sidney was puzzled, she kept it
bravely to herself. In her little room
at night, with the door carefully
locked, she tried to think things out.
There were a few treasures that she
looked over regularly: a dried flower
from the Christmas roses; a label that
he had pasted playfully on the back
of her hand one day after the rush of
surgical dressings was over and which
said: “R, Take once and forever.”
| There was another piece of papel
over which Sidney spent much time
It was a page torn out of an order
book, and it read: “Sigsbee maj
have light diet: Rosenfeld massage.”
Underneath was written, very small:
You are the most beautiful person ir
the world.
Two reasons had prompted Wilson
to request to have Sidney in the oper
ating room. He wanted her with him,
and he wanted her to see him at work:
the age-old instinct of the male to have
his woman see him at his best.
The deepening and broadening of
Sidney’s character had been very no-
ticeable in the last few months. She
had gained in decision without becom-
ing hard; had iearned to see things as
they are, not through the rose mist of
early girlhood; and, far from being
daunted, had developed a philosophy
‘that hac for its basis God in his heaven
and all well with the world.
But her new theory of acceptance
did not comprehend everything. She
was in a state of wild revolt, for in-
stance, as to Johnny Rosenfeld, and
more remotely but not less deeply con-
cerned over Grace Irving. Soon she
was to learn of Tillie’s predicament,
and to take up the cudgels valiantly
for her.
But her revolt was to be for herself
too. On the day after her appointment
‘to the operating room, she had her
half-holiday, and when, after a restless
night, she went to her new station, it
| was glad that it was her afternoon off,
Many Seedlings for Centre County
Forests.
was to learn that Wilson had been
called out of the city in consultation
and would not operate that day.
O'Hara would take advantage of the
free afternoon to run in some odds and
ends of cases.
The operating room made gauze that
morning, and small packets of tam-
pons: absorbent cotton covered with
sterilized gauze, and fastened togeth-
er—twelve, by careful count, in each
bundle.
Miss Grange, who had been kind to
Sidney in her probation months, taught
her the method.
“Used instead of sponges,” she ex-
plained. “If you noticed yesterday,
they were counted before and after
each operation. One of these missing
is worse than a bank clerk out a dol-
lar at the end of the day. There's no
closing up until it’s found!”
Sidney eyed the small packet before
her anxiously.
“What a hideous responsibility!”
she said.
From that time on she handled the
small gauze sponges almost reverently.
The operating room—all glass, white
enamel, and shining nickel plate—first
frightened, then thrilled her. It was
as if, having loved a great actor, she
now trod the enchanted boards on
which he achieved his triumphs. She
lings for reforesting operations on
the state forests this spring amounts
to over 850,000, according to a state-
ment given out Wednesday by the
Commissioner of Forestry. The trees
to be planted on the million acres of
state forests total about 3,800,000.
This number, although probably
greater than that to be planted by
any other State in the Union, is al-
most 2,000,000 under the record set
last year by Pennsylvania. The rea-
sons are shortage of labor, and
shrinkage of the labor appropriation
of the Department of Forestry to al-
most microscopic size.
Centre county will plant more trees
than any other county in the State,
and will also have the largest single
plantation to be made in the State
this year. Centre’s allotment is di-
vided among the state forests in the
county as follows:
Nittany forest, L. G. Barnes, forester:—
44,000 white pine, 22,000 Scotch pine, 16,000
pitch pine, 6.000 Norway spruce, and 63,-
500 willow cuttings; total, 151,500.
Penn forest, C. R. Meek, forester:—
200,000 white pine and 200,000 pitch pine;
total, 400,000.
Bear Meadows forest, J. W. Keller, for-
ester: —20,000 Scotch pine,
Seven Mountains forest, W. E. Montgom-
ery, forester:—40,160 white pine, 20,000
Scotch pine, 240 pitch pine, 60 Norway
spruce, 25 European larch; total, 60,485.
Snow Shoe forest, G. W. Sheeler, for-
ester:—15,000 white pine, 15,000 Scotch pine,
11,700 Norway spruce, and 6,700 European
larch; total, 48,400.
Tea Springs forest, H. S. Metzger, for-
ester: —4,000 white pine.
Buffalo forest, A. C. Silvius, forester:—
106.500 white pine, 45,000 Scotch pine, 20,-
000 Norway spruce, 10,000 willow cuttings;
total, 181,500.
Total for Centre county, 865,885.
and that she would not see some lesser
star—O’Hara, to wit—usurping his
place. But Max had not sent her any
word. That hurt.
The operating room was a hive of
industry, and tongues kept pace with
fingers. What news of the world came
in through the great doors was trans-
lated at once into hospital terms.
What the city forgot the hospital re-
membered. It took up life where the
town left it at its gates, and carried
it on or saw it ended, as the case might
be. So these young women knew the
ending of many stories, the beginning
of some; but of none did they know
both the first and last, the beginning
and the end.
(Continued next week.)
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