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CONFESSIONS OF A WIFE
HERBERT ASKS MY HELP
(Copyright, 1915, by the Newspaper Enterprise Association.)
The moment I saw Herbert I knew
that there was tragedy in the little
settlement home. "- ..
"Is Kitty alive?" I asked.
"And the baby?"
"The baby is all right, but the doc
tors say that Kitty can't live. I won't
believe them and I want you, Margie,
to cheer her up. You see, she does
not seem to care whether she lives or
dies, and that, the doctor says, is half
the battle. If she would take an in
terest in her baby or me or anything
there might be some hope for her,
but she just lies there and says noth
ing, only smiles a little, tired smile
when I speak to her. She has not
asked for the baby once, and even
when it was placed in her arms, at
her breast, she hardly took any notice
of it and seemed relieved when the
nurse took it away.
"Have you a good nurse?"
Herbert's eyes lighted for the first
time. "Yes," he said, rI don't know
what I would do if it were not for
Miss Heathcott She is a girl of good
family, who, after her nurse's train
ing, decided to give her life to settle
ment work She has been of great
help "to me, as she has proved herself
the most efficient nurse in the asso
ciation. I was delighted when she
offered her services to Kitty and am
very glad we can have such a splen
did woman about her.
"Does Kitty like her?"
Herbert looked at me curiously. "I
guess I think so I never asked,"
"Well, you know that Kitty is pe
culiar and it miglit make a difference
if she did not like her nurse. I some
way cannot imagine Kitty being sat
isfied with the serious kind of a wo
man who would take up district nurs
ing as a vocation."
"Oh, Miss Heathcott is not at all
like that," said Herbert, much re--lieved.
"She is young. I think a
year or so younger than Kitty her
self and she is almost as pretty as
Kitty, in a different way, of course.
Miss Heathcott is a blond whose
hair curls about her face in rings of
gold Her eyes are innocently blue
as those of a ten-year-old child. As
far as looks go I am sure Kitty must
like her. In fact, I think she does like
her, although I have never asked."
"How did Kitty get her?"
"She didn't get her," he said in a
surprised manner. "For the last four
months Kitty has been worrying be
cause we had no nurse engaged, but
I always told her that it was foolish
to worry about a little thing like that
There was always a district nurse on
call. I remember now that she said
she would like to know which one she
was going to have, but as I told her
that would be practically impossible,
as we did not know which one would
be available she did not say much
more about it
"As it happened I was in another
part of the city when Kitty was taken
sick. They could not get me by tele
phone and Miss Heathcott was in my
office waiting for mer. She just took
off her things and made herself mis
tress of ceremonies; sent for the doc
tor and put Kitty to bed."
"Was Kitty taken ill so suddenly?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. She had
an ureamic convulsion and the birth
of the child was the result of an op
eration. When they at last found me
and I got home it was all over. The
child was alive, but they tell me that
Kitty cannot recover. She has, how
ever, regained consciousness and ex
pressed a desire to see you."
Poor, Herbert, I could see he was
under a great strain. He was trying
to bear up and do his duty, but all at
once His feelings overcame him.
"Don't let her die, Margie, don't let