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THI' HAS HAWENEI* NAN CARROU. secretary to JOHN Ct'RTXS MORGAN, sUCr*s*ful laxver. is :t e • ith Mornsr His beautiful *if. r F U 5 t Ith BEPT CRAWFORD, a lemily friend. j'hom Morgan r.-er sus?cte Morgan m despair and Nan ! rr;- diverts him bv forcing him ,nto hi* xork For MX months vh* acts a? !ong-d:t-'sr.ee hn-ieekeeper for him. bringing corr.!orf and health to Morgan and his er.lid. six-vear-old CURTIS. v-ho adores Nan Morsa-n breaks the news to her iliaa is divorcing Ins and. stressing his and Curtis need foj’ ‘her. asks her to marry him. She consents Their ftreical marriage has continued three months when Iris, jilted bv Crawford, •'turn' sn d attempts to bring the grieftricken Morgan to his knees by feigning illness Nan. with the oid mcertaints- again eating into hr heart, decides to fight and order the doctor to remove Iris to a hospital Curtis is allowed o „ee r s mother da:. . 3h* stuffs him on forbidden u; and an attack of apv.hii’e’Morgan .a a*av. Iris strips the • oe :/r belongings and rents the o . across the Street. Bv all sorts rune', ununoiu Morgan to her • r *:en oe.kv on broken-hear’rd. ( .. . -■,,0-r. Iris continues to feed for- ■ dd food - , becomes desperately ill. d'e 'or • his appendix is rup- . r*r an and prenarations are made to r ■ ti er* at once Thus r*' ;rn'- to the horn* she had desrm r.o os with the storv. CHAPTER XLVII IF --he oulrijhavr done anything to help. Nan could better have meiured ihoee two hours that e acred between the arrival of the - i geon. Dr Drew. anri*the appearance from the kitchen of the ■t reeled stretcher with its still, rianket-w rapped burden. Bu* e m Dr. Black, hrr champion ■n.d friend brusquely ordered her t om the kitchen which had been ' itned into an operating room. Jt 'a: already crowded with himself, the ' irgeon. the anesthetician and 'he nurse. Science was in charge: lev ® c ould a> aii Curtis nothing now. And so the desolate girl wanc'rrei from room to room, feeling more like thpt outcast spirit, in Fe>mi.n:-on. ' of w hich Kipling write- The wind that blows bet'rpn the Worlds, it nipped him to the hone than like a human heir- For ;n this hour of hovering death he was indeed an outcast It way nn t delirac;. entirely, whieh lorbade he- to obtrude her ow n anr-iet- and grief upon that of the fa’ter and mother, ft was. rather. = desolate conviction that thev would grant her no right to g ie-c with them. . . Iris herself could not ha v e devised a more terrible ' un' iiment for the interloper she hated. But Iris and John Morgan v ere w aneiering distractedly alx>ut the house, too. and it. was not always east for Nan to keep her small person out of their ught. Two or three times it serned to Nan that John was looking for her. that his tragic eyes. when, by accident, she was forced to meet (hem. were praying to her for comfort and reassurance. But Iris clung to his arm, moaning, w poping, or hysterically justifying herself for her undoubted responsibility for the child’s condition. Not even the shadow of death, however, had dimmed Iris’ beauty. As she walked the floors with her husband, the drapes of her chartieuse chiffon negligee fluttered ent hantingly about her tail, slim body if their had been anybody to ob--rvp and be enchanted. Twice Nan _.-.wr her nab a? her cheeks with a powder puff : once. even as she hic- < wughed her grief, she made up her r uivering mouth with a geranium lipstick. Tt was Nan. not iris, who remembered to make up Curtis’ little bed -ith fresh linens and blankets; ' an who had the presence of mind i.-i place three hot water bottles bercn the sheets as a precaution >.r t post-operative, pneumonia • v when that small service was vr, here was nothing to do but ?v and weep inward tears oi lony which her hot eyes refused to hc<i. was in the library, frying desperately to focus her mind on ‘he Blacichull case, so that the • -urine might not be so unbearably >ng, when faint sounds told her iiiat the operation was over and -hat the boy was to be taken to his room crop* out. rrpmbling <-0

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Tony ’as no f able. after all. to '*• Sandv f akr off without her being a? near to ’he plane as the watchful mechanics would permit. And so h was that, at three minutes past 3 on that Tuesday night in early December of 1928. Tony Tarver. Crystal Hathaway and ’Colin Grant stood together, all ith right hands outstretched waving a ;rantic gocriby to the young cviator whom the papcr> referred •o lovingly as “Stanton's Lindy." Tony knew tha’ .-he would never forget the expression on the face of his passenger, work-bent, griefVncken little old M.rs. Purvis, who Mas going to her dying son. by the rrace ot God and Sandy Ross. When he monoplane had taxied bumpingly across the field and then had risen slowly, lurching a little -mder its maximum load of gasoline. Crystal spoke Don't look like that. Tony.! Don't be afraid, darling He'll come back -a hero " Os course!'" Tony agreed pas- . innately, then her marvelous control broke, and she burst into a stogm of weeping. Engaged?" Colin Grant asked interestedly. his duty to the press uppermost in his mind. “No." Tony answered, with technical truthfulness, for she knew hoSandy would loathe the extra publicity which such an angle of the already sensational story would bring him. “He's—just the closest and oldest friend I have in the ' world." “Uh. hunh." Colin agreed, his black eyes twinkling But dcmt be afraid. I won t give you away. Now let's beat it. Crystal. Bet my •hirt Horton will want to extra on s •‘Best human Interest story auation has sprung on us since Lindbergh took the pneumonia serum to Floyd Bennett. Come along to the office with us Miss Tarver, and give us some more inside dope cm Ross

violently that each step was an effort. •’ls he—?’’ she heard her husbands almost unrecognizable voice croak ■ He’s still alive. That’s all I can say now.' Dr. Black answered from behind the yellowish-muslin mask he wore. a a a wpHE slow procession began the A difficult negotiation of the stabs. Morgan and Iris, the latter sobbing convulsively, brought up its rear, and Nan sunk convulsively ahduu and Nan sunk into a little huddie ir. the hall, unnoticed until Maude O Bricn found her there and administered to her. At 3 o'clock Dr Drew went home, satisfied that ihe operation was successful,’’ no matter what its outcome. and leaving Dr. Black and the trained nurse in charge. "Please. Dr. Drew ’ Nan dared to stop him at the front door. 'Will he—live?” "Who are you?' the surgeon demanded curtly, beetling his whitish eyebrows and regarding her with frostly blue eyes. "I'm—Mr. Morgan's—wile,” Nan brought out the words jerkily •'Then who is the beauty in green? I thought she was the boy's mother.” She is.” Nan answered dully. Why try to explain? "I—see. Odd triangle. ’’ the surgeon commented Well, young lad-. I can t tell you whether the child will live or not. If peritonitis doesn't set in—as it probably will—he has an even chance.” His frosty eyes softened a bit at sight of her profound misery. “You look all in. child. Better go to bed. There's nothing v ou can and any one except the nurse can do now.” Nan did not take his advice. Tw ice, before dawn, she crept to the door of Curtis’ room, opened it noiselessly and peeped in. And both times she saw the father and mother kneelina at the bedside, their eyes fixed upon the white, unconscious face of their son. Nan did not enter. A f 6 o’clock she went down to the kitchen and prepared breakfast for the watchers. Her hands shook as she set the table for two—lris and John Morgan. The nurse would want hers on a tray. Nan decided, so that she should not have to leave the unconscious bo" for a moment. Maude O'Brien had gone back to bed. and Estelle, who "lived out.” had not yet arrived. It was Nan. therefore who summoned her husband and his former*wife to the meal she had prepared for them. ' But there are only two places. Aren't you going to eat. Nan?” Morgan asked, his weary voice whipping itself to what sounded like genuine solicitude. “I—ate in the kitchen,” Nan answered. "Imagine paring at a time like this.” Iris sighed, as she settled in her chair, amid a flutter of draperies “You must try to rat. to keep up your strength, darling,” Morgan urged, and Nan knew that the old, familiar endearment had siipped out unconsciously. Not that it mattered now. . . . "I uppose I must. Jack.” Iris agreed, with a forlorn catch in her lovely voice. Then, with a tearful ruch of words: 'Oh. Jack, darling, to think it took this to bring us together again!” <r t> e x tan did not wait to hear MorIN gan's answer. Bhe fled, her hand pressed against, her heart. It oid matter still! Oh. it did! But she remembered her childish promise to God to srive this man up to this woman if He would only spare Curtis' iifc. And she would keep that premise regardless of what it cost her. For two interminable hours she lay on her bed. her body taut, every nerve listening. The nurse had promised to call her if there was

and Bill Purvis. Cr“stal tells me the dying boy was a school chum of yours and Ross—" •No. T can't!" Tony shook her head. It seemed to her she would go mad with joy and fear if she could not be alone to think, to relieve every moment of that incredibly precious good-bye. ••I've got to hurry back to Mrs. Ross. I'm staying with her. you know. She has a sprained ankle and I'm keeping house for tier. Good night. Mr. Grant. I'm so glad to hare met you." And she gate Crystal a meaningful glance, as if to tell her that she knew or suspected all that her chum had wanted to tell her that evening. As Colin and Crystal were racing for the Press car. toward w hich the photographers, armed with their precious and exclusive pictures of the take off. another car arrived laucously upon the aviation field. “The boys from the Star!" Colin chuckled. ’Thanks to sou. Crystav we've beat 'em to it. and cot the pictures, too. All the 11 have to dress up their story will be morgue pictures of his Los Angeles altitude record flight. Good girl. Crystal!" joy flooded Crystal's heart and made her pale face luminous. Forgone... as-if it had never ex'istec,. was the anger in which they had parted at 6 o'clock that day. outside the door of Charlie's Coffee Pot. By securing a scoop for her paper she had gained immasurably in Colin Grant's eyes, she knew. She was now “one of the bunch Do you want me to go back to the office with you?" she panted, as she ran to keep up w ith him Back to the office?" Colin echoed incredulously. "Why. girl, you re going to do the big feature yarn on this stunt. I'll merely trail you on page one. (To Be Continuedl

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ii'.v change. At half past 8 she rose. | took a cold shower, and dressed in office -clothes. There had still been ! no word from the nurse, but as she | emerged from her own door she saw ! Miss Powers tiptoeing out of Curtis’ | room. "Any—change. Miss Powers?" Nan 1 whispered. ‘Yes. He's come out from the ether, Mrs. Morgan, but he’s too , weak to talk,” the nurse answered. ; ' Dr. Black is keeping his fingers on his pulse. The action is—very faint.’’ ’Then—you think—?” “No one can tell yet,” the nurse answered in her kind, cheerfully sympathetic voice. "If he rallies from the shock of the operation and peritonitis doesn’t set in—” She hesitated, then continued frankly: "It will be several hours yet. Mrs. Morgan, before* we can definitely hope; that Is, if he—” II he doesn't die in the meantime. she means,” Nan forced herself to complete the nurse's ominous sentence. Aloud she said, quietly: Miss Powers, will you please ask my husband to come to me? He's with Curtis, isn't he?” In spite of the coffee he had drunk, the man who joined Nan in ihc hall looked almost as deathlike as the child who lay in the room beyond. Nan went at once to the point, No use to express sympathy now. "I'm going to the courthouse, John, and take your place today. We can't ask for an adjournment, and if we delay putting Nina Blackhull | on the stand, she may seize the opportunity to lea v e the country.” Morgan stared at her as if he did not know what she was talk- : ing about. Then, with the gesture which his troubles had made familiar to Nan, he passed his hand across his eyes. “I'd—forgotten ; about the trial. Nan. I'll —go.” "No, Curtis— You must be here until—” Nan floundered. Then more steadily, ' You are going to stay here. John. I can examine Nina Blackhull. even if I ha’ e never appeared before the bar, I'm qualified you know—” , "Yes.” Morgan agreed. “And you know as much about this case as T do. You'll those questions we ! drafted last night?” Os course. And I'll try to do you credit. John. Please trust me.” You—oh. God bless you, Nan!” He took her hands and bowed his face upon them for an instant, They came away wet with his tears. BBS T} ROB ABLY because !:h° Blackhull A case had sunk almost to insignificance in comparison with the mpeiiding tragedy in her own . home, Nan faced the court calmly, unafraid. Her one thought was to •have dene with this business, creditably. of course, and to get back to Curtis. She put the pre-arranged questions 'o Nina Blackhull. widow of the man for whose murder his son was on trial: put them calmly, but her great, tired brown eyes biazed with a fire that seemed to wither the beautiful young witness, who, Nan was convinced, had actually planned the murder, the execution of which she had left to her lover, the chauffeur. Bassett. At the third question, put in Nan's even voice, terrifying in its very calmness, the woman in the witness box suddenly sprang to her feet, .her hands warding off the girl lawyer as if she were infected with some terrible plague.

Quit looking at me like that!” Nina Blackhull screamed. T didn't, do it! I tried to keep Ernest Bassett from killing my husband! I swear I did! I swear it' And now lie's double-crossed me! He's trying to put the blame on me—” That was almost the end. of course. Somehow Nan managed to set through the necessary formalities—the resting of the defense: a motion for the quashing of the indictment against David Blackhull. which was. of course, denied until v ina Blackhull'3 amazing half-con-fession could be corroborated; the congratulations of Judge Bunce and e~ en of District Attorney Brainerd, who ■' as i;eady to admit defeat. Press photographers caught snapshots of the "girl lawyer” as she hurried frantically down the courthouse steps and as she sprang into her car parked at the curb. So extreme was her anxiety for Curtis that she had forgotten the courtroom drama before she ararived at her home. But evidently John Curtis Morgan had had room in his heart for both his child and his wife, for his first question w:as: "How did you get along. Nan? I've been ashamed of myself for letting you face that ordeal alone.” "Nina Blackhull confessed practically—to conspiracy, and incriminated Bassett?" Nan answered impatiently But—How is Curtis?" "He's holding his own —is stronger if anything, than Dr. Black expected." Morgan answered, his deep voice shaking with joy. “We—we can hope now. Nan." And Nan's own relief and joy were' so overwhelming that it did not. occur to her to resent her husband's failure to congratulate her on the amazing outcome of her first appearance before the bar. It was three full days, however, before hope settled into virtual certainty that little Curtis Morgan would recover. And during those strained days of watching and waiting and praying. Nan Morgan found herself reduced to the 'status of housekeeper for Iris Morgan. Arrogant with the victory she believed she had won. Iris treated the hated interloper like a servant. And whenever Morgan was in the house, which was most of the time. Iris was with him. playing superbly the role of anxious mother and wronged though forgiving wife. So hard to bear were the humiliations which Iris, unknown to Morgan. inflicted upon her, that Nan at last found herself almost glad to keep the promise she had made: to lea'c Iris in possession of husband and child, if Curtis' life was spared. (To be Concluded)

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