snowy clad official. “Unconscious. But our big hospital will do all it can for him.”
Arthur Rankin! Arthur, with whom Priscilla had had many a childhood spat! Arthur who had shown that “puppy stuff” for Priscilla, that his old aunt was always so disapprovingly sniffing at! And now, unconscious on a,
With a murmuring of sympathy from that sorrowing public, now dissolving, as all crowds do, Priscilla had a quick, comforting thought: “Kathlyn is working at that hospital!”
Kathlyn had known Arthur as long as Priscilla had; and Kathlyn’s famous ability would
So our panting and worrying girl was hurrying along through Broadway’s turning and inquiring crowds to that big hospital which our Organization of Youth had had built. And now Arthur was going, for not long, possibly, but, still possibly for
***
It was midnight in that big still building. Old Doctor Wilkins stood by Arthur’s cot; Priscilla, sobbing pitifully, was waiting in a corridor, with Lady Standish giving what comfort a woman could. Lady Standish, who took in dogs, cats, rabbits or any living thing that was hurt, sick or lost; Lady Standish, donor of four thousand dol-
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