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
*-
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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.)
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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. He
read the newspaper, got shummy with
his wife, he began to lay on flesh, and
before long his business began to plek
up because he went. at it quietly, with
calm welf-possession and deliberation
1 am not advisiag smoking: it &. in
general, a dirty, vicious habit which
ministers seldom advise taking up:
but whatever induces a nervous, busy
man to sit still and reinx for a few
minutes after meals, whatever lures
him into quietly meditating for a time,
to that extent prepares htm for the
more strenuous duties of the day. Any
way. that's what It did or Coralsh,
AM
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