est of the hospital, It must stop,
"If you mean I have to go, I won't
go," answered the girl angrily. "I
shall appeal to Dr. Ewing himself." -
The matron was inflexible. "Very
well," she answered. "You may leave
Edith Lindsay did not leave. On
the following day the matron Was,
in turn, in Dr. Ewing's office.
"I hear you have discharged Nurse
Lindsay," he said. "I don't like to
have my nurses discharged unless
there" is something seriously wrong,
with their work. I have looked
through Miss Lindsay's, sheet and
find it almost perfect ( She has one
of the best records at 'the hospital.
What is your complaint against
"She is becoming too fond of
pleasure," answered the matron.
"She goes out' automobiling after
hours and a girl cannot do that and
do her work satisfactorily."
"But she does her work satisfac
torily," retorted Ewing, "and the
time to discharge her is when she
fails. She has not failed. It is
an injustice, the girl has appealed to
me and I rescind your decision."
The matron, who usually looked
everybody in the face with her clear,
frank eyes, had kept hers on the
floor throughout the interview. Per
haps "she was thinking of the hope
less look on the face of Dr. Ralph,
who never spoke to Edith Lindsey
now.- Perhaps it was of other things.
"Come, Miss Dyer, surely you will
agree with me that your action was
at least hasty," Ewing pursued.
"There must be something more to
it than that."
"Yes," answered the matron ' re
luctantly. "Since you have asked
me, you are the cause. The girl is!
becoming too intimate with you." 1
"Dr. Ewing was not angry. He
stroked his close-cropped mustache
thoughtfully. What had. she heard
Anything? Or was it just one at
those suspicions to which, in his
opinion and experience, middle-aged,
unmasried women are liable?
"What have you against me?" he
.asked at last, wondering why the
matron still kept her eyes averted,
"Your past," she whispered. "I
have heard stories."
"What stories? Comej let usihear
them told' again. My past has not
"been that of a saint, but'I believe I
am an ordinary, decent man."
"Do you intend to marry that
"My dear Miss jDyer, what an ex-.
"Have yon promised to marry
"Miss Dyer, you are forgetting
your position here."
"Have you not promised other
girls that you would marry them
others who trusted you?"
"That will do , Miss Dyer," an
swered the surgeon harshly. "You
are presumptuous. The decision is
rescinded. Miss Lindsay remains."
"Are you going to remain?" cried
the matron suddenly, raising her
eyestchis? Do you suppose I shall
ot'warn her about Laura Keyes?"
The man at tne aesK turned wnite.
His hand fell with a thump. He
started forward and looked keenly
into matron's defiant face.
"You?" he cried.
She bowed her head.
And a strange thing happened. For
presently Ewing left his desk and
came to her and took her hands in
his. "Laura," he said, "you mis
judged and mistrusted me. You went
away and I have been looking for
you all these years. Laura, I did not
deceive you. You listened to elan
ders." . And with that the pent-up passion
of 15 years broke loose and the ma
tron who had come to pronounce
sentence found herself bestowing
It was a ten days' sensation in
Southport, the announcement of the
engagement of the matron to the
head of the hospital. And Edith
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