DOCTOR AND NURSE Now Joan could see his face, and, to her astonishment, it did not bear the expression of the smirking bully whom she had seen that morning, nor yet of the man who had addressed another man in such terms as one might use to a slave. It was not an unkindly face. And it was un- mistakably that of a sick man, For a moment she remembered the stories told of his behavior in the operating theater, of the gentleness that seemed to trans- form the man, as if he possessed a dual personality. “1 am Miss Wentworth,” she explained. "1 came to k if you won't reconsider your-@écision to suspend me. 1 always wanted to be a nurse. Doctor Lancaster, apart from my own Interests, | want to graduate to be able to help others. Won't you give me another opportunity? Here are hero and heroine The reader who wants mystery, plot, action and a real love story can get it here In "The Truant Soul” Is It a story of dual per- sonality or of an Impostor and his victim? Is the woman with the maternal Instinct the best wife as we'll as the best nurse? Can a victim of the morphine habit be permanently cured? These are questions the reader asks himself as he reads The author is Victor Rousseau, whose many stories of American life have given him a large public Chapter | —— *T let him see 1 wouldn't stand for any language llke that, and 1 reckon he understood, even If | didn't have to say much,” remarked the dark- haired girl to Joan Wentworth, *“It doesn’t seem to have occurred to Doe tor Lancaster yet that a nurse Is a human being under her uniform. “If he'd treat us half as nicely as he treats some of his lady friends” she added, in a sugyestive tone that changed into the accentuation of ordi nary speech under Joan's discouraging look. “I've seen him driving them round town nights In his auto, and T've never seen the same one twice, | guess he takes It out on us when they've been mean to him.” Joan did not answer her. She was watching the head surgeon as he came into the operating theater. At his en- trance the general buzz of conversa. tion ceased, as if the outpouring of words had been cut off with a knife, The students on the benches settled themselves in their places and craned their heads forward intently. The two gasistant surgeons, Ivers and MacPher- son, assumed attitudes of constraint, for everybody was constrained in Lan- caster's presence. The orderly, who had been peering through the erack of the swinging door into the anes- thetic where the head nurse was holding the patient's wrist and watch: ing the face beneath the mask Intent. ly, straightened himself and stood up In military fashion. Only the xisiting room, advanced to shake hands Lancaster. They had come from several neigh- boring cities, drawn by the news that Lancaster was to perform his famous operation of arterial excision, which was just then the subject of discussion In the medical press. Plenty of sur geons had tried to remove a section of one of the larger blood vessels, but only Lancaster had succeeded In bringing down the mortality to 15 per cent Lancaster was something of a mys- lery hoth to his colleagues and to the nursing staff. The Lancaster fund mpported the Southern hospital, and John Lancaster was firmly established at the head of the institution. The board of guardians, which existed ac- cording to the terms laid down in his father's will, had apparently only an advigory capacity, and it was supple and plastic in Lancaster's hands. And John Lancaster was more feared and admired than amy doctor in the country. Feared by most for his tyranny, ad- mired by a very few on account of his extraordinary skill, he seemed to have a dual personality. The man whose fast life was the scandal of the con- gervative little southern seaport, who was ostracized by the better families, whose infrequent appearances in the hospital were usually the occasion for injustice, storms and dismissals, changed In the operating theater into a man whose gentleness and humility and skill made him adored for the time by a2" who came into contact with him. But It was only rarely that a case occurred that required his attention. In such occasions his manner was In itself remarkable: He would silp stealthily Into his private room, dress there, and emerge masked like a mummy to perform his miracle almost in silence, and afterward to make his escape In a way suggestive of his hav- ing performed some shameful action. So mueh Joan Wentworth had heard. Naturally she watched his entrance on Ahis, her first day of surgical work, Jvith absorbed Interest. Put Lancaster eame In unmasked, and Joan could dis J] cern nothing humble or secretive In the self-satisfied face or the brisk with John manner In which he greeted the visit ing surgeons. He looked a man of seven or eight and thirty, and he bore his years heavily. The eyes were lined and a little sunken ; the features, which Joan had seen oniy a few times during her eighteen months of work at the hos- pital, exercised, as they had always done, a rather repellent effect upon thes girl, The face was eminently cruel and hard. Nevertheless the man ob- viously dominated the assembly. He dominated her. She was much more afraid of some nervous lapse In Lancaster's presence than of seeing the use of the knife. The hissing of the steam tank, the nervous move ments of the spectators upon the benches, whose heads seemed to swing with a uniform and rhythmical motion, the deepening sense of constraint, acted upon her with a sort of hypnotic effect not lessened by Lancaster's de- cisive manner. She pulled the tray of Instruments out of the bolling water and set f(t down upon the table by the side of the bichloride solution. Lancaster, who had been puliing on his rubber gloves, came to her side and plunged both hands Into the antiseptic fluid. There was a look of self-conscious sat- isfaction upon his face, and Joan thought that every gesture and each movement was designed to Impress the visitors. Presently she became sure of It. The man was acting. A feeling of disgust came over her. Lancaster cast a quick glance at Joan. “New nurse?” he asked, “My first morning of surgical work. Doctor Lancaster,” she answered, He grunted In a contemptuous sort of way. Joan flushed to the hair, He turned to the other girl, “You there!” he shouted. alive with “Look those sponges!” And he *- —— —— ———— EE Mpa Deeply and His Limbs Relaxed. cast a quick glance toward the visi tors, as If to see whether they appre cinted his harshness, A look of chagrin came over the dark-haired girl's face, but she ran to obey and dropped the wet sponges into the bichioride with shaking fingers. At the same moment the swing door opened and the stretcher with the pa- tient appeared, wheeled by the or derly. Behind it walked the head nurse, still maintaining her crouching attitude as she moved. The stretcher stopped inside the theater, and the head nurse and orderly lifted the man who lay upon It on the glass table, He mumbled and tried to raise him- self. The nurse put her hands about his shoulders, pressing them down, while the orderly held the body, pro testing against the indignity about to be offered to it, to which It had em- phatically not consented, whatever ar rangement had been decreed by the brain. Lancaster's harsh volce boomed through the theater: That's no way to bring a patient here, Miss Symons! Deep anesthesia!” The head nurse lifted her face for an instant. “There's a history of ne phritis, Doctor Lancaster,” she suid “The pulse Is 150, and Doctor Macs Pherson sald--" “Who's running this shouted Lancaster, striding toward her; and Joan was sure that he looked out of the corner of his eye toward the visitors, He snatched the green ether bottle out of the nurse's hand and poured a quantity of the fluld upon the mask. The struggle ceased, the man sighed deeply, and his limbs relaxed. The nauseating stench of the ether fumes made Joan's head reel. [It seemed to fill the theater. Miss Symons, flush. ing, but displaying ne resentment, took the bottle from Lancaster's hand and resumed her position, holding the patient's wrist and peering into his face, the green bottle upraised, The girl who was In charge of the sponges whispered bitterly to her: “He doesn't know how to treat a woman-—-not a lady. He isn't our kind. My! he must have heen on a terrible business?” racket last night! He can't keep up that gait much longer unless he gives up his work here” Joan Ignored her; she had concen: trated all her attention upon Lancas- ter's probable demands; she was re solved not to be found wanting. It wns sald that Lancaster was abso lutely merclless and had ruined many a girl's career by refusing to allow her to compiete her graduating course, He was tyrannical, overlooked nothing, and never appreciated good work. Ru- mor went that when a certaln nurse had once handed him benzine Instead of alcoho! he hand taken her by the shoulders and run her bodily ont of the hospital, forbidding her to show ber face there again. “He can’t last long If he lends that sort of life,” the dark-haired girl re peated. “You'd think he'd be enough to have learned how to tend to be a gentleman even If isn't one.” Joan shook her off mentally as one chases away a persistent fly. For the tenth time she counted the Iinstru- ments in the tray. Lancaster picked up a scalpel, and MacPherson and Ivers took up their positions, one on either side of him. The operation was beginning, The visiting surgeons watched with an occasional whispered remark. The assistants already were snapping the little forceps upon the ends of the di- vided arteries. Lancaster Issved his commands from time to’ time, without looking back: “Sponges I" “One—two,” whispered haired girl, “Three—four<five-" “Bistoury, Scissors. Dliator. Num- ber four Simms" Joan never faltered. pre- he She felt easier the Instruments In the tray the mo ment Lancaster demanded them. Meanwhile the dark-haired girl never ceased counting the sponges: “Six—seven—elght—nine—* Suddenly Lancaster stopped, wheeled and turned flercely upon her. “For God's sake, stop that chatter!™ cried. The girl let a sponge fall, it up, and shot an losing her nerve In spite of her brave talk of a few minutes before. It was the critical time of a and difficult process, herself together, Yet, without looking up, she real ized that a sense of general apprehen. sion had stolen through the operating theater. The nurse at the head of the table, beginning of the operation, that from time to time shifted slightly as she let one or two drops of ether fall upon MacPherson and Ivers stirred busily, their heads bent level with thelr chief's as they moved to and fro nat their work. The patient began to mutter. Then a hand, upralsed In weak protest, struck a clamp from Ivers’ fingers. It rattled upon the floor. “Keep him quiet, Miss Symons, con. found you!" shouted Lancaster. “Doctor Lancaster, the pulse—" ghe began, But, after a quick glance nt the head surgeon, she shrugged her shoulders, tilted the bottle, and dellh- erately poured out nearly ail the ether remaining In It. The renewed stench of the anesthetic filled the room. Josn saw the benches swing, the craning faces seemed to become multiplied; Lancaster and the two assistants, the visiting surgeons were tiny gnomes, an immense distance away, surround figure lay extended. She tried to bring them Lack into focus. but could not: and. what was worse, she felt that she had lost her nurse's sense of divining the surgeon's before he gave expression to them. The feeling of suspense was grow. ing.. Something wns wrong, and al though nothing had been sald, even the students on the top row of benches farthest from the table were aware of it. The assistant doctors appeared as busy as ever, and yet they seemed at a loss, and once or twice looked up at Lancaster as If his technic was puzzling them Joan saw two of the vigiting surgeons exchange brief glances, one with Inquiry, the other, answering, with uplifted eyebrows, Once Lancaster stopped: he resumed his work, stopped again. and stood staring at his work. Then he whecled round upon Joan, the upper part of his body seeming to move upon Aa pivot, while his lower limbs remained stationary. This is certainly a bad begin. ning for both hero and heroine surgeon and nurse. What next? (TO BE CONTINUED.) Model Prayer for Authors Old Thomas Fuller had a prayer he used before starting to pen his ser mons, which should commend Itself to writers generally: “Lord. lo! here Is Thine arphabet. Grant 10 ge that we may put the letters together 80 a8 to make good sense Hoxton Transcrint. MAKING GOOD IN A SMALL TOWN Real Stories About Real Girls By MRS. HARLAND H. ALLEN FEF FERRER RRR RR RRR FREE (0, 1824, Western Newspaper Union.) HOSE aristocrats of cataom, the Persian, Angora and Siamese cats, are good means for making money. A natural love for the dumb beau ties, a willingness to treatsthem us if they had brains and feelings ; and just a little capital with which to buy a Indy puss——those are the only require- ments uny girl needs for a fair start in the business of raising them “The eat ralser's malin considera- tions,” says a girl who specializes In the breeding of the Siamese variety, “are care as to selection of founda- tion stock, which must be free and healthy, care as to cleanliness and care as to feeding. “1 give my aniwals fresh raw beef twice a day, with the heaviest feed in the morning, [I see that they have access to plenty of water at all times. I give a patent cat-food every other day, and milk not more than three times a week, And 1 see that both cats and kittens have plenty of sup- Hght and exercise” Every queen (the kennel female) deserves a good comfurtable bed, where she can stretch out com- fortably, and can lie down when nurs ing her kittens, Catnip, to be eaten or rolled In at will, is a nice luxury In the cat world. If there are more than one queen, they should be fed separately, or the once which eat most slowly will lose out on the food, and their offspring may suffer, If the grower can afford to own her own she will not be troubled by rats or strange cats. There will be at least eight kittens a year from each female. When a cat's bables number only four, she rear them herself, But when the grower will have to search her neighborhood for a com- mon cal, whose kittens are the same nge as her own eat's bables. The Siamese or “Royal Cat is probably most difficult of all to get, and most expensive, But It is beautiful and intelligent, and a mother eat gtrract attention anywhere, the kittens are pure white like baby cats of lowly after a time, their faces, legs, feet and pads and tall become the maining white When the kittens are the best advertisement they will exhibition with their be mother The pets novelty, of her trade-nttracting may dispose kits sell oth playful practically Individuals, proud queens scives, THE COOK CASHES IN them- everybody likes to Mo “And.” italized her knowledge of that “the woman who's a ‘tip-top oo be independent. says always “That natural womanly ability to transfer raw ‘groceries’ into edibles can be used to captivate cash™ “1 Inclined ple-ward at cnn Insciors the declares the start, ‘pie lady." Bai nae couldn't brafich to." All the “tip-top” cook needs In or succeed In this ‘homely’ line i§: her own kitchen as a workshop; probably a few more utensils than she Is accustomed to using, and suf- ficlent Ingredients, preferably pur chased at wholesale, for the concoc tions she has in mind. Add one small to make deliveifies, and she Is it there is no reason why der to hoy Jellies and preserved fruits are one popular choice ol the commercial conk The woman who decides on them as her forte might refer to her home workshop, In advertising, as a “Jelly Kitehen' Marmalades and candied fruits make good accompani- Crullers, cookies, doughputs and cakes are other “best sellers,” and make good specialties, either together or separately. The eake-concentrator i&8 found quite often. but she should take care not to let mediocrity claim her cakes, for the inclination of the enike-maker Is sometimes to let orig. inality go by the board. She should try the “filled” cakes or “Washington ples.” almost always a success with something toothsome hetween the lay- ers, Loaf cake should be rich enough to keep for days when encrusted In telng. Fruit cake Is salable, but pork cake, eggless, is economical and is more palatable than a dry butter and ogg fruit cake. Fancy cakes, plain fancy frostings, for holl- wed. dings will keep the ecake-lady busy, A bit more out of the ordinary than tellles. cakes, ples, candies. cookles, doughnuts, and the like, are hot ta. males<<hut they're an excellent spe salty. easy to make and easy to sell The pet “trick of the trade” for the cook to practice is keeping the preparation of her concoctions down to relatively small quantities. Prep. aration In huge quantities will lose the products that much-acclaimed “home taste.” Such phrases as “per sonully cooked”, "home cooked” and “ike mother used to make” will spell suocess far the tip-top cook. ALONG LIFE’S TRAIL By THOMAS A. CLARK Deans of Men, University of Illinois, DOO O00 (©. 1934, Western Newspaper Union.) WHEN YOU KNOW A MAN T WAS Charles Lamb, 1 believe, who was responsible for the state ment that you can't hate a man when you know him. Whether or not the experience of people In general will bear out this view, I cannot say. I do know, however, that a superficial ac- qualntance with people tends to con- firm one In pessimism; most of us seem to have our worst qualities on the surface. It is curious how few men we really do know, Those whom we meet dally at our places of business or in our households are often strange to us. Fathers and sons, mothers and deugh- ters, husbands and wives even have little real knowledge of each other's thoughts and ‘characters, and the peo- ple with whom we associate every day are often as strangers to us. Even our own brothers we often misunder- stand or have little sympathy for. It is only when we get ut the heart of a man that we recognize his real worth. | have wondered sometimes if into more Intimate ac quuintance with our pet enemies or with the devil even If we should not find them less black than they have been painted. I really ought to he a pessimist, for 1 have seen the worst sort of men. and 80 many men at thelr worst. On the contrary, however, as time goes on my faith In human beings strengthens. Even the worst of men whom I have known have revealed so many good qualities when I have really got at them that I could not admit that any- one was wholly bad. The evil which had come to the surface, and which had attraeted attention, was only Inci- dental In most cases and the good after all predominated. At times when 1 get to the point of admitting that no one keeps faith. ne one Is virtuous, no one honest, some thing Is sure to happen that drags me back to a safe harbor of hope and faith and anchors me fast again. Every day 1 get new Insights into bumen character. Fellows whom | had supposed I knew through through show tralts that | had never suspected. strong qualities through all I am lleve that kamb If we could know a man, and really was right, bring ourselves to much to respect, so much to 80 much to admire, wonder at that we conid not bring ourselves to hste him even to dislike him, - 501 tin down the street, whom I have al men. has virtues qualities that that would shine, are really SITTING ! STILL T IS Steveason who, sub ject of in discussing marriage, advises rry a man unless he that such @ tentedly stay at the fire %(y the The nore sit theory Is will will man home for a con vefore time after and ily submit to that domination and control which is so es aad happi quietly menls will domestic peace Neither affairs man who Is one place to another; it is only when he is quiet that he can be successfully hypaotized either by his wife or a book agent. Men think best, rest more com pletely, gain more poise while sitting still. Cornish was as nervous as a kitten He could scarcely git still long enough to eat his meals properly, and when he had swallowed a few mouthfuls he wouid rush out of the house and hurry to his work again. He was rap- idly deve<loping laligestion and an im- possible temper; hot he would not consult a physician, so Mrs. Cornish confided her trouble to Yer pastor, He wane nu wise shepherd, this one, “Buy him a pipe and a package of tobacco,” he advised, to her horror and astonishment, “and encournge him to smoke. You mustn't overdo it, how. ever,” he contiaued, “for if you do you may not be able to drive him away from the chimney corner; he may be rome lazy, and that Is worse than be ing nervous.” Cornish was a docile snd tractable husband in this regard and he was goon sitting as coatentedly in his easy chair after ench meal as a Inpdog. 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