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r THIS HAS HAPPENED rp.lt MORGAN V •:: c r JOHN CURTIS UOP-Of.S neeertv: ;•• ••:. <J=*rts him ler BERT CRAWFORD. f*m:ly fr.end JfAN CARPDLL. Morsrn" ! '*er*arv. 1* <*PiV Jr. lov* with i'-irr. and sa-.rs him trom utt#r despair h- cleverly forcing Mr. info his For six months ehe •eu as lon<r-dlstnee housekeper for him. bringing comfort and health to him and his child, a.-ear-old CURTIS Morgan trak; th r.e-is to her that ha is divorcing Iris and. j*r'f;r.jj h..ar.d Curtis' need for her. atks her to marr. him. She consents. Their farcica. marriage has continued three months Then Irl*. ‘ '"1 by Cra-s----ford. returns and •tfenr.pt' to bring the basrlldered Morgari to his kr."* by ftienir.g illness. Nan. with the old onMrlalntv a’;r-.g again into her heart, decides re fijht and orders the doctor to remove In-- *o a hospital. Curtis seer his mother, sho stuffs hlrn on forbidden soe'r On Christmas •homing re -p. ?n at*acic of appendicitis. While 'forger. in th capita! or. business. Ir. :':.ps th* hour- of hr belongings and rents the cottage across ptree I 7 ! ri of jretes summons Morgan 'o :.r ?-hi> '-'an looks on broken-hearted Curt's, whom Iris continue- to feed ••vee?.'. be-omes ill team Nan It fra .tic and desperately goes to Morgan to insist th** he command Iris -o stop feeding Curtis, or to put an e-d to the child's visits to his mother. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY CHAPTER XLV (Continued) At midnigiv the next night her despairing question was answered, In a way. for bcrne in on the wings of tragedy. Ir;;-. Morgan returned to the home she had deserted a year before. CHAPTER XLVI N'OT realizing that she was already far too late. Nan went directly to her husband where he was at work in the library, his desk cluttered with notes and transcripts of testimony on the Blackhull case. The prosecution had rested at 4 o’clock. Morgan was to open the defense of David Blackhull, charged with the murder of his father, the next morning—Wednesday. But it was not. the Blackhull case E>f which Nan had to speak. “John." she said, in a deceptively calm voice. “I think you had better go across the street to see Iris tonight." The man's startled eyes searched her tightly composed face. “I'm very busy, dear, but certainly I'll go—for a few minutes—if you really wish It. Naturally it distresses me to think of her alone over there, crippled—" “I'm not, thinking of her.” Nan interrupted coldly. “I'm thinking of Curtis. I can do nothing. You must realize how my hands are tied." Her voice trembled slightly as she made this first reference to the incredible situation in which Iris had placed her. Then she went on, calmly again: “But I love Curtis—very dearly. I can't stand by and see his health ruined. I want you to exact a promise from Iris Rot to give him a bite of anything to eat. Otherwise, John, Curtis’ visits to his mother must be stopped, or—" , The man's face went even paler, Riore haggard than it had been, under his wife's intense seriousness. Slowly he raised a trembling hand and passed it over his eyes, then he nodded slowly. “You're right, of course. . . . I’ll go at once. And thank you. Nan. for having the courage to—” He broke off abruptly, kissed her awkwardly but tenderly, and turned sharply away. He was gone less than half an hour. The first thing that Nan's questioning eyes noted was a smudge of white powder on the left lapel of his dark-blue flannel coat. “Iris—it will be all right, dear,” he said with assumed cheerfulness. “Now, are you too tired to go over a few points of the Blackhull defense with me?" “Os course not,” Nan answered. “Did she promise unconditionally, John?" At his stiff nod, she laid an apologetic little hand upon his. “I don't, mean to pry. dear, but— I’m dreadfully worried. I hope— It isn't too late.” a a tt THE next morning her terror of the night before seemed a little absurd. Curtis ate a hearty breakfast, and looked almost normal. Later Nan was to reproach herself bitterly for not having suspected the truth. But she saw him off to : school, almost light-hearted because ! es the fervor of his goodby hug and

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A little beyond them lay the aviation field, a hive of orderly activity. A little handful of the usual hangers-on. inspecting Sandy's plane, laconically and unromantically named “Number One,” for the prosaic reason that it actually was the first of the fleet of commercial planes which Sandy Ross intended to own and operate. Privately owned planes. Tony's among them, occupied the other four hangars of the small field. Overalled mechanics slouched to and from the plane that was crouched like a giant scorpion, ready for the mad flight to Nicaragua. In a pathway of light from the office, Mrs. Purvis’ thin, anxious little figure was outlined with startling clearness. "Good-bye. Pest." Sandy grinned, offering his hand. But Tony pretended not to see it. With a muttered ’ Want to look at that left rear tire of mine,” she climbed out of the car. In spite of his fever to be off. however. Sandy turned to inspect the mythical trouble in the left rear tire. Their heads bumped as they bent over it. "Guess —I—l was mistaken. Looks all right,” Tony gasped, and then somehow she was in his arms, sobbing against his oil-stained flying coat. “Good kid. Funny Pest.” Sandy soothed her huskily, his arms crushing her so tightly against his breast that she could hardly breathe. "Don't go, Sandy! Oh, don't go!” she cried, beside herself, not realizing in the least what she was saying. "Got to. honey.” Sandy answered gently. "Don't cry.” And his shaking hand tilted her face, i There was just light enough for >ue-diamond eyes to gaze deep.

kiss If she had salvaged Curtis' lov* c • of the wreckage, all was not lost. Whether it was because he wai pathetically determined to please Nan or whether he really had an appetite for his dinner that night. Nan never knew, but he ate his vegetables and stewed fruit, drank his milk, and chattered happily, in apparently the best of health and spirits. Morgan was gravely elated over the re-establishment of an entente cordiale between himself and his son and his wife and his son. It was a jolly, almost boisterous hour, one which Nan was later to try to live again in memory. There was even a game of anagrams after dinner, in spite of the fact that Morgan was avid to be at his desk. A dozen times later, Morgan groaned, in agony: “Thank God I played that game with him. If I had to remember now that I refused —” But it was Nan who remembered with a shudder, that Curtis had triumphantly “stolen" the word, head, with the letter TANARUS, making it death. After she had put the child to bed, she returned to her husband, with a worried frown. “His cheeks felt awfully hot, John. Maybe I ought to call Dr. Black—” ’Nonsense!” Morgan retorted. •‘He just got too excited over winning three games in succession. He’s sharp as a razor, isn’t he Nan?” "He's—wonderful!’’ Nan agreed, with a catch in her voice. “You’ll be very proud of Curtis some day, John."

“Morgan, Morgan & Morgan, eh?” the lawyer chuckled, his deep-set black eyes were soft. "But in the meantime, Morgan & Morgan had better do the best they can for David Blackhull. Now—what do you think? Would you advise putting old Edgars on the stand first thing tomorrow morrning? I did not cross-examine him when Brainerd was using him, you know; didn't want to spill the beans prematurely and give the lovely widow, Nina Biackhull, too much warning as to which way the cat will jump." Nan knit her brows. Then, “I believe, John, it would be better to put Nina herself on the stand first. You’ve subpenaed her as a defense witness, haven't you?" “Blake was to serve her this evening.” Morgan replied. “I believe you're right as usual, honey. Better make a grand stand play, with Nina as our unwilling star witness. Then we can call old Edgars and his daughter Mary to prove the sensational charges against Nina which she will perjure herself to deny. Now, let’s make a rough draft of the questions I’ll put to Nina.” a a a THEY were hard at work, in the close harmony which had always marked their professional association, when a shrill scream, like the howl of an animal in pain, penetrated their absorption, brought them both to their feet in terror. The clock in the drawing room had just chimed 11. “Curtis!” Nan gasped, as two short, yelping screams quickly followed the first. “Maybe the poor little fellow is just having a nightmare,” Morgan suggested, but there was panic in his eves, too, as he followed his swiftly running wife up the stairs. They found the child rolling in agony upon his tumbled bed, his fists pressing frantically against his abdomen, his black eyes wild with pain and terror. “Phone for Dr. Black, then run to the garage for Maude,” Nan flung over her shoulder to her husband as she reached the bed. “Stomachache, darling?” she asked the child, taking care, even in her terror, not to excite him. “It hursts—awful,” Curtis gasped, trying pitifully to smile. “Let Nan sec." she begged tenderly. “Stretch out for just a minute. if you can. darling.” The child obeyed, but could not repress another scream. Almost before her gentle fingers had touched

with a question of passionate intensity, into freckled hazel ones. Then Tony gasped and raised herself on tiptoes. But his face was already bending to hers. . . . “Oh!” Tony sighed, as she relaxed for a moment in the heavenly shelter of his arms, after that kiss, the only one she had ever given and received that mattered in the least. "Got to go now. honey,” Sandy said, his voice shaking. "Not till you—say it, Sandy,” Tony protested, stirring in his arms, and cupping his lean, tanned face in her adoring hands. “When I get back, honey.” Sandy promised, his lips against her fragrant black hair. Even in her great need that the actual words should be spoken between them. Tony had sense enough to realize what he meant. If he never came back, he did not want her to mourn him as a betrothed husband. And because she knew, beyond the possibility of doubt, that he had pledged himself to her with his lips upon hers. Tony forced herself to be content. She drew herself gently out of his arms, gave herself the inestimable happiness of tucking in that rebellious forelock of sandy hair. "Good-by. Sandy. Hurry back. I —l’ll take care of Mom. We’ll both be—waiting for you—” A car shot past them, a crowded car with a shrieking horn. "I'm afraid it’s the newspaper boys and Crystal, Sandy,” Tony sympathized. But her heart leaped to anew joy. She would have a picture of him taken at the last minute before the flight . . . But of course he would come back! God could not be so cruel — (To Be Continued;

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his abdomen the little. body was rawn into a knot again. But Nan had learned enough to nake her almost faint with horror. The abdomen was like a drum puffed, rigid. She had had acute Appendicitis herself. There was no time to be lost. Although the child gasped out a plea tor her to stay, Nan stumbled downstairs to chop ice. The ice bag. .matched from a drawer of the hall linen closet, was clutched to her heaving breast. “What is it, Miss Nan?” It was Maude O'Brien. plunging, halfdressed, out of the kitchen. "Curtis appendicitis!” Nan sobbed. ‘Fill this ice bag and bring it up to me as soon as possible.” “Poor lad! If he dies, it will be his own mother has killed him, stuffing him with God knows what trash—” “Oh, hurry!” Nan interrupted frantically. "John! John! Did you get Dr. Black?" Morgan stepped out of the library and put his arm steadyingly around her shoulders. “Don’t lose your head, darling. Dr. Black will be here within fifteen minutes. He’s going to call a surgeon, just in case—” “It is appendicitis, John!” Nan sobbed, her icy hands clinging to his coat lapels. “I know. And it’s all my fault—” "Hush, Nan!” Morgan commanded sternly. “Come! We must go to him.” When they re-entered the room they were astonished to find the child stretched out on his bed. a wan little smile on his lips. “Better now, Nan—father! It hurt awfullest, and then it got better quick.” “Proving you never can tell about children,” Morgan chuckled, so tremendous was his relief. “Show father where it hurts, son— M

NO— don’t touch him!” Nan cried out sharply. For she was not deceived. She knelt beside the bed. took one of the limp little hands in hers and searched the beloved face with wide, terrified eyes. And as she watched, the child’s eyes slowly grew vacant, then the lids fluttered, clung together. “Asleep?” Morgan whispered, tiptoeing to the head of the bed. Nan shook her head. “Unconscious . . . Oh, John! There's no need to whisper now!” she cried desparingly. “Won’t the doctor ever come?” In less than 15 minutes Dr. Black was there. Waving aside their terrified, broken explanations, the doctor took the child’s pulse and temperature, and made a swift abdominal examination. Then he turned curtly to Nan and requested her to repeat what she had been trying to tell him. “He was screaming with pain, his abdomen was hard and rigid as a drum and then—then—suddenly he was like this,” Nan told him. “Ruptured appendix. I believe Dr. Drew will confirm my diagnosis when he gets here. Ought to arrive any minute now. I told him it was probably appendicitis .., While we’re waiting, I want you to have a lot of water on the range. Wait! I’ll go down with you—get things started.” “What—things?” Morgan asked with white, stiff lips. “Emergency operation,” Dr. Black answered curtly. “It would be murder to put him in an ambulance to take him to a hospital. Will have to be operated on here—unless, of course, Dr. Drew disagree! with my diagnosis.”

The faint hope which Nan and her husband snatched at in those last words of the doctor’s was quickly slain, for Dr. Drew, a thin man with cold blue eyes and hair so fair as to be almost white, confirmed Dr. Black’s opinion within three minutes of his arrival. While Dr. Drew was telephoning to the nearest hospital for an anesthetician and a nurse, Nan beckoned her stricken husband to follow her out of the room. Outside the child’s door she faced him resolutely, her voice steady with the calmness of despair: “Go for Iris. John. She has a right to be here now.” And thus it was that Iris Morgan returned to the home, the husband and the child whom she had deserted just one year before. But Nan, with the child she loved lying upon the kitchen table as an improvised operating table, had no room in her heart or mind for realization of the irony of Iris’ return—at her own bidding. She felt absolutely npthing as she saw her husband trudge heavily up the stairs with his former wife’s suitcase in his left hand and his right arm about Iris’ shuddering -shoulders. What did anything matter now, if Curtis was to die? “Oh. God!” Nan prayed, “don’t let him die! If I've been wicked, trying to keep him and John from —her, I’ll do anything—give them up gladly, if you'll only let Curtis live!” In her extremity, Nan did not realize that she was insulting God by assuming His partisanship for the wicked, rather than the g00d....

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