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THE POINT OF THE NEEDLE. 963 e Of course it was not “ logical.” But as:it “ About the same as if was yesterday. was she who prided herself on being the A disturbed nervous condition due to same logical one of the family she became illogi- emotional disturbance. cally irritated that ber husband should “I see,” she replied, but making it plain assume the role this time. enough that she did not in the least see. ‘Tt may not be logical but perfectly ‘I suppose I may look in on him?” psychological for a sick man to get up out “Yes, but keep his mind off anything of bed and murder some one,” she retorted. likely to interest him too much. I know ‘ At any rate I should be paying Dr. Bran-_ you can do it.” Sled a visit this morning to see how he is_ The catty speech meant notbing. Dr. getting along. | Meanwhile, are you all Corley and Mrs. Goldie were old-time through with that neckband?” cronies and spats were their familiar talk. ‘“N-no, there are some curious holes in A day nurse in white was trying to take it I want to examine further,” he said un- a newspaper away from Dr. Bransted when easily, watching her making preparations Mrs. Goldie entered his room after knock- for her visit to Dr. Bransted. ‘“ You don’t ing. He was d thin, high-strung type with intend agitating him with questions as to large emotional eyes surprising in a scien- the murder, I hope, Alice?” tist. Just then they were feverish. “ Of course not. But it shouldn’t agitate | ‘“ But the doctor said you were not to him for me to use my eyes!” read!” the nurse protested. With that she adjusted her neat hat ‘TI absolve you and him from all re- which perversely kept a touch of unacadem- sponsibility for me!” the man in bed cried. ic youth about it; perhaps an outcrop- “ Please let me finish that paper!” ping of the Alice who was voted the most § Mrs. Goldie took the paper from the popular girl in her junior year at college. mnurse’s hand and nodding a sort of short- But her husband, once she left their cottage hand message to her took her place by his and briskly cut across the campus, turned side. The nurse left the room with relief. back to his microscope on the slide of which “Good morning, Dr. Bransted,’ Mrs. still lay the bit of torn neckband. Goldie began, sitting down. ‘ You shouldn't be exciting yourself over a newspaper.” She II. glanced at the front page. “‘ And-the Meig’s City Bugle of all small town affairs! If BACHELOR Row was a line of neat semi- you want to keep in touch with what is detached bungalows in which the unmarried passing in the big world I'll have Miss Bur- members of the faculty kept individual ell bring you the New York and Chicago house with the aid of charwomen who came __ papers.” daily to clean for them. The bungalow “But I don’t want the New York and occupied by Dr. Bransted was the last of Chicago papers!” the sick man cried. “I the row and abit detached from the others. want the Bugle. Please give it to me!” A physician with his satchel was leaving it | She did not hesitate. “ Why, certainly, just as Mrs. Goldie came up. I think myself there is more harm in keep< ‘“Good morning, Dr. Corley,” she said. ing from a nervous man what he wants td “How is your patient this morning?” know.” “Not as satisfactory as I would like.” | She handed him the Meig’s City Bugle. The physician spoke: as though it were a With only a muttered “Thanks!” he at once personal affront to him for a patient to be became absorbed in the Bugle’s account of that way. “ Temperature up, though it’s how very mysterious and very sensational largely due to excitement of some sort. In- the murder on the university campus was. sists on reading newspapers and such stuff.” § For some moments she watched the come- “ And just what is his illness?’ Mrs. and-go of blood in his face as he read. Thea Goldie asked firmly. She had been trying she rose. to find out for some days without much “Do you mind my looking about a bit?” result. she asked, ‘ Annie is likely to take sd- COMmica@oo SS Co