__, - TH day, Mareh 31, 1920. THE DAILY BRITISH WHIG w-- -- Night and Day | Until She Used « Wood's Syrup Mrs 8. E. Little, 103 Inkerman St, Ont., writes:--*'1 got a very cold which settled in my bron tubes. night and day, sad al tried several different rem- "THE YELLOW STUB QREAT NEW MYSTERY SERIAL By Ernest Lynn . Chapter LV. Olga was tired. Too tired for the sleep the nurse told ber she needed. And though she ached in every nerve and muscle, still there was luxury in the clean, cool sheets, in the fragrance of eut flowers that were on the table. She lay there thinking. And oc- casionally the thought of some one of the many experiences that had been hers the last few days would cause a shudder, : "I wonder how it came out?" she said. And thén, "if only I could be out of here---and know, . Bam Church. .It seems impossible, and yet. . . .oh, I wouldn't put it past him. . . .I hope he gets his." She tossed restlessly. "And with him out of the way, it means that Jim and the girl--oh, Jim, no!. . . And yet, why shouldn't he? Whe am I? What right have I to expect ~--she's his kind, and I'm not, I I guess anyone can see Tears coursed down her face and dampensd the pillow. "I'd never do, I guess." And then, with a catchy sob in her voice, she cried, "Oh, Jim, I tried so bard--tried so hard to change." She lay there a long time, in the dark. . . : And Jimmy Rand downstairs was breaking al! the rules of the hos- pital. "Really," insisted the night sup- erintendent. "it's against regula- tions. It's after visiting hours, and besides, Miss Maynard is not to be disturbed under any condition." "I don't care," he answered. "I'm going to see her--now. I've got to seé her." "But can't you walt till ing?" "Now. morn- I brought her here. I The lines which fashion calls for are just what Ninew D & A models economical because combine style, fit and wear possible pri could have brought her to another hospital-if I'd wanted. I'm paying the bill, and I won't have you put me off." "Really, Mr. Rand, it isn't a question of who pays the bill. Rules are rules, you know." "Then in this case there'll have to be an exception. I tell you she can't rest until she hears from me.. It's important; she has to know. She'll be just a bundle of nerves until she hears from me that éverything has come out all right." "Well, if you're really going to insist, I suppose--'* "Thank you. I knew you'd under- stand." Which was not so at all, for she didn't, He walked up the hall and up the stairs, In the wake of a young nurse. His head was thrown back and his lips formed soundless words, The nurse stepped into a room, and he heard low voices, saw a light. Then she was out in the hall again. "You may go in now." - He had thought to enter on a cheery note of laughter, but the sight of her lying there, pitifully white, was unnerving, and Ms hand was trembling violently as he laid it on hers. "Olga, are you all right?" "Yes, Jim. I'll be out again in a week. Rest is all T need." She smiled bravely. "Now tell me, Jim." "Oh, He's confessed. it was Church, all right, Jensen's dead, and I'm not sorry." He stopped and re- garded her gravely. What he was about to say was not going to be easy. He sald to himself, *Musi- n't back down now." "Olga," and he squeezed her hand hard, to steady his own, "1" But' her eyes were searching his face and, somehow, he couldn't go on with her looking at him like that. What they read there he did not know, but they seemed to be reach- ing to.his very thoughts. "Jim, you're hurting my hand." She drew it. away and placed it on his. "Don't "talk, Jim. Just sit there." Long minutes passed, and a cheery ttle clock on the bedside table ticked loudly. . . .Her hand still lay on his. . . . "I'm awtul glad," she was saying presently, "that everything turned out all right for you. For your sake Jim, and for mine." "Olga," he protested, "you know very well I never doubted --"" But she silenced him by placing her finger zgainst his lips. "I know you didn't, Jim. It's '| wonderful to know that you believ- ed in me .all through." Then she said, "Have you told Mary yet?" "No." "Why haven't you?" "Because I came here first, Olga, to tell you I--" "Don't say it; Jim. I know what it is--it was written all over your face the minute you came in the door." " She sighed. "You'd make a rotten actor. Call her up, Jim--to- night. Gee, she'll be thrilled!" He was protesting once more, but Bi Ip Wij she silenced him again with her fin- ger. > "Shut up, old dear. It's wonder- ful to know you care that much, but you're not fooling me---not for a minute. I can sée right through you. You know you're crazy in love with her, Jim." "You mean to tell me you know what 1 came here for?" "Sure, When I lose my voice I'm going in for mind reading." It was altogether the most aston- ishing situation he had ever found himself in. Suddenly he was on his knees beside her bed, fighting against the catch in his voice, un- burdening his troubled mind. "Jim," she sald when he had fin- ished, "You're 80 white I just can't believe you're true. Come here and let me kiss you." "Olga," he said, "they tell me I'm a millionaire. You'll néver have to worry about work." "But that's just what I'm going to do. I still think I can sing." "And I'll see that you get what you're after if I have to buy a show you you." "Great, Jim. You're going to be my angel, hub? The heavy sugar daddy behind the scenes. You old sport, you. Lét me kiss you again." When he had gofte she rang for the nurse. "Put out the light, nursie, old, dear. And tell me, how much longer do I have to stay in this damn bed?" When it was dark she lay with her face to the wall, and cried. * . J ' Jimmy did call Mary Lowell's house, but she was not there. Her mother told him that a young man named Barry Colvin had been thers and had taken her off with him to the police station. Outside the hospital .he hailed the firet automobile that came along, and something about his manner led | the man behind the wheel to think it was a matter of life and death to get him to headquarters. He had thought Mary and he would be alone when he saw . her, and had mentally rehearsed the scene between them. But wheh he walked in O'Day's office he found her with Barry Colvin on one side 'of her and the old war horse O'Day on the other. He saw Barry jump to greet him, and O'Day turn his head. But he ignored Barry's rush and stood help- less, without epeech, his eyes on Mary, who sat still and pale and just looked. rh The torrent of words he wanted to utter was dammed at his teeth. He was oblivious of the two men. . Slowly he raised his hand and Tot | them fall. Afid then, as in a dream, he saw Mary moving toward him, shining wetness in her eyes. She paused a few feet from him, and he thrilled as she said, without taking her eyes from his, "I couldn't do without you, Jim." . He was able to utter in a choked voice, "Mary!" And then she walked straight in- to 'bis Arms for his kiss, and they were suddenly &lone in a world of their own, on some high, far-flung plain lit by thé silent stars. 'iw "You heard?" he asked, still cling- ing to her. She noddea. Jim," He turned to look about him, coming back to earth once more. Barry was gazing out of the win- dow. His hands were clasped behind his 'back, and he was rocking back and forth on heels and toes: As for O'Day, that worthy still sat at his desk with his back -politely turned, but Jimmy was amazed to find him shattering all the "rules and regulations" by smoking a fat black cigar. "O'Day," he cried sharply keep ing a straight face only with the ut- most difficulty, "do you want to be reduced? Lord, man, you're smok- ing!" O'Day, his expression suggesting that he was as much surprised as Jimmy to find himself smoking, Jerked the cigar from his mouth and regarded it ruefully, as if he were reluctantly about to throw it Way. Suddenly, though, he clamped it back between his teeth. "The divil with regulations," he srowled. "I'm celebratin'." Mary laughed. "I'm a jealous wo- man, Jim," she said. "I want you alone. Take me home." And then they ware alone in the taxicab, and théy were not a part of the world that rushed past the win- ows. 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