Evening Star Newspaper, December 25, 1930, Page 30

GOLDEN DAWN 8y PETER B. KYN& (Dob!rlltT. 1930, INSTALLMENT NO. 1 (Continued.) Unfortunately the judge was a pud- ding-head. He refused to accept Mr. Gatlin’s explanation that he had lald hands on Mrs. Gatlin but once, and that only in a moment of frenzy. But he did not state where he had been in the habit of spending his evenings so suspiciously. He couldn't afford to. He was & prominent business man. How- ever, the judge should have known. Probably he did, but even so he was unsympathetic. He granted Mrs. Gatlin the divorce, liberal alimony and the custody of Penelope; whereupon the honorable court was treated to the spectacle of Mr. Gatlin and Penelope weeping in each other’s arms. However, Mr. Gatlin was permitted to have Penelope to himself two Sunday after- noons in each month and one-half of each school vacation. The first Sunday afternoon Mr. Gatlin availed himself of this privilege his quondam spouse had hysterics, for with the malevolence of a devil Mr. Gatlin announced he was taking Penelope to & ball game. He took her, too, and they had a gorgeous time together uncil & home run_sailed into the bleachers and struck Penelope violently on her pretty little nose. Mr. Gatlin, with the unconscious form in his arms, fled to| a hospital, where he was foolish enough to telephone Mrs. Gatlin what had oc- curred. She appeared on the scene and carried her home at once. X Mr. Gatlin knew what she was up to. She was going to cure Penelope’s frac- tured nose by faith—and he had no faith in such therapy. He followed with a doctor, demanding at the front door to be admitted—a request which was ignored. So he kicked in the panels of the front door, which he had no business to do because it was no onger his, Mrs. Gatlin having acquired il in the property settlement. Thereupon she summoned the police by telephone and had him arrested, and the next morning he was tried, found guilty and placed under bond of $1,000 to remain away from the place for one year. He didn't do it, because he knew what ‘would happen to Penelope if he did. And he could afford $1,000—$50,000, if need be—to prevent that! He attacked within 24 hours—at night, but he was quiet about it. He remembered he had never surrendered his latch key, so he | entered quietly and kidnaped Penelope. ‘Within two hours he was arrpsted en route to a San Francisco hospital in a motor car with Penelope. For disobey- ing the magistrate, he was adjudged guilty of contempt of court, his bond of $1,000 forfeited—and he was sentenc- ed to 30 days in the county jail. Mrs. Gatlin preferred a charge of kidnaping against him, which is a felony, and since Mr. Gatlin knéw he would be tried on that charge when he emerged from jail he improved the shining hours by swearing to a warrant charging Mrs. Gatlin with insanity. Promptly she was brought before a board of alienists, who declared her sane, and in order to avoid investigation into Mr. Gatlin's cnarge * that she was denying Penelope medical attention, she turned her house over to an agent and disappeared—with Penelope. From his cell in the county jail, Mr. Gatlin issued orders to his attorneys to find Penelope and take legal steps to prevent his ex-wife from removing her again beyond the jurisdiction of the court that had granted their divorce. A diligent search of three months failed of its object, so Mr. Gatlin neglected to | deposit any alimony to his ex-wife's credit. He knew she could manage very ‘well without the alimony. But he also | knew Louise. She would have what was coming to her or know the reason why. ‘When six months had passed, Mr. Gatlin decided he had never been ac- quainted with her, for she failed to make any demand upon him for her alimony; hence he realized she preferred, by keeping Penelope from him, to cause him the maximum of suffering rather than reveal her whereabouts by making a claim for the alimony due her. A year and a day from the date of the granting of her interloctury decree, her attorneys petitioned for the final decree, which wgs granted. Mr. Gatlin there- ‘upon d 'd she was living in Paris, This ngws brought him no comfort. She was beyond reach of United States law. However, he had detectives place her undegssurveillance. They reported her as liwlhg alone, so Mr. Gatlin con- cluded sH€ had placed Penelope in a school. One day the detective agency sent him a very good snapshot of a little girl and asked him if this was the| child he was seeking. The agency was unable to recognize in her the original ! of the photographs he had sent them. When Mr. Gatlin gazed upon that ?hflwgrlbh‘ he wept. Mrs. Gatlin's faith cure, as he suspected it woul had proved wholly ineffective. In his|b: agony the words of the poem came back to him: And you, my sweet Penelope, out there somew! you wait for me With buds of roses in your hair and kisses on your mouth. He sold his retail shoe business and placed all of his assets in a trust fund, the income to be paid to him during his lifetime and to Penelope after his death. He saved out of this trust fund, however, $10,000 with which to purchase a letter of credit and a| ticket to Cherbourg In the interim Mr. Gatlin’s detec- | tives had ascertained that Penelope was | in a school in Switzerland. He planned | to go to that school, abduct Penelope— his plans were a trifle hazy, but he in- tended to mature them as he crossed the Atlantic. Once in possession of Penelope, he would see to it that she should never know unhappiness again, if any effort of his could prevent it. He was worth half a million dollars— half in cash and the remainder in real estate that was rapidly appreciating in value. He could afford to retire. ‘They would .go somewhere and lose themselves. En route to the station—the first leg | [0 Bet an interneship in Stanford Univer- | of his journey—the automobile in| ¥ Vhich he ‘wae riding was ftouck by anean¢ you'll kiow what you want to spe- other car and turned ofer. Mr. Gatlin was thrown out and suffered a basal fracture of the skull, from which he died six hours later. Stephen Burt, M. D, was the sort of man whose waiting room always would have been crowded, even if he had not been one-quarter as capable as his colleagues knew him to be. He was a man of sweet simplicity, o Jute honesty and overwhelming sym- pathy; in short, he possessed the ideal personality for a successful physician. Miss Lanning was his office” nurse. In training schools for nurses—at leas it was so in the hospital where Miss Lanning was trained—nurses and in- ternes develop the sort of democracy and comradeship which delights in nicknames—and in dispensing with for- mality. Quite early in her professional career, therefore, Miss Lanning became known as Lanny. She was a not very good-looking, capable, tremendously in- telligent, forceful, driving person—ex- actly the type that would inevitably become an old maid. When Lanny was 30 years old and Stephen Burt was 16 she had him for & patient. He had measles. “What & nice, well mannered boy!” she thought the first day she had him. “What a dear lad!” she reflected the second day. “What a good, kind, considerate patient!” she exclaimed to the doctor on the third day. “He must have had & sweet, sensible mother.” ‘Perhaps,” the doctor had replied. “I never knew her and neither did the boy. She died at his birth. He's man-raised. His father is an old friend and patient of mine.” “Has he a stepmother?” Even then Lanny realized she would be a victim of a pang of jealousy if the doctor answered in the affirmative, for already the boy had aroused her maternal in- stinct. She was relieved to learn that his t.tmh:rbuhw folsted no such trial upon Ve On the fourth day of his iliness she called him “dearic.” On the ffth day, * | “Just dandy, Lanny.” when she proffered him castor oil, he rebelled; but when Lanny said, “Now, darling, I'll feel badly if you refuse to obey me,” the boy had been instantly contrite. “I'm sarry, Lanny,” he apologized. “I'm a pig to oppose you.” And then he groaned and took it—and Lanny kissed him and wanted to weep over him be. cause he was such a dear and hadn’ any mother—not even a stepmother! “Lanny,” he said to her on the sev- enth day, “do you know I‘love you & lot? I wish dad would marry -you, so you could be with me all the time.” Lanny's heart swelled with the poign- ant grief ot her baffled maternity at that honest boyish avowal. On the eighth day he developed double pn:umonia, as a sequel to the measles. He almost died—end so did Lanny. The doctor swore—and so did Stephen’s father—that nothing but Lanny's devoted nursing brought him through. She wept the day she realized if she drew another day’s salary as his nurse, she would be accepting money under false pretenses; and she wept on | two counts. First, because she was| leaving Stephen, and second, because Stephen’s father insisted on being too grateful for her services. “There is a reward due you, Miss Lan- ning,” he told her, “over and beyond the trifling remineration given you in exchange for your devoted services. | That's a debt Steve and I can never repay, but the boy thinks we ought to make a pretense at payment and so do 1” And he opened her handbag and slipped an envelope in it. ‘When she got back to the Nurses’ Home, where she lived between calls, she discovered he had given her $5,000. Young Stephen had already given her his photograph, indorsed: “To my dear Lanny, with love from Steve.” Nursing is the most personal and im- personal profession in the world. Lan- ny never expected to see Stephen Burt egain, but she sent him at Christmas a 4-ounce Fairy fishing rod from Hardy's in London. It cost her a month's wages. She knew his father was a fishing en- | | thusiast and would probably inculcate the same enthusiasm in his bop. Steve had s°nt her roses on her birthday; and his love, by telegraph, Christmas eve, together with an exquisite little watch to replace the dollar timepiece she used to count pulse-beats. On New Year day, a year later, he made a for- | mal call and she was out on a case; sck the day she was relieved she called upon m. “Hello, Lanny,” he said—and kissed her. “I wanted to see you to get some advice. Do you think, Lanny, that I'd make a half decent doctor?” “God made you for a doctor,” Lanny essured him. “You'll not have to be more than a mediocre doctor to be financially successful. You were born with the ideal personality.” “Thanks, Lanhy. I want to be a doctor, but I want to be a good one, t00, 50 you tell me what I am to do about it I've just graduated from high | £chool. Made the honor roll,” he con- fided shyly. | “How far up the honor roll?” Lanny's cuery had almost a fierce quality in it. “Number one."” “And you were out of school two| months of your last term. I'm proud | of you, Stevie.” | “Where shall I go to college, Lanny?” “Where do you intend to practice | when you're a doctor, Stevie?” | “Right here, in San .Francisco.” “In that event you should attend a local university. You'll go to Stanford University,” Lanny decided. “If you | graduate with honor there you're bound sity Hospital. About two years of that cilize in, so off you'll go for & post-grad- vate course in Berlin, Vienna and Lon- | don rr)r four years. Then you'll return and I'll be your office nurse and man- aper. He¢ that for a program?” | “It means 10 years of grind, Stevie, | |but don't let time frighten you. ehe] varned anxiously. “Once you know what you know and know that you know it, others will not be long discovering it aiso, and you'll be years ahead of the half-baked medical dunces this m!dlcall‘ u'n;l]d : cursed with.” | e flattered her immensely by tak- | ing her to luncheon and the matinee. For the next four years Lanny did not see her boy, but he wrote her and remembered her at Christmas and on | her birthdays. He was an honor | graduate from the Leland Stanford | Junior Medical School and was imme- | diately given an interneship at the | University Hospital in San Prancisco, Inasmuch as Lanny frequently had | patients at that hospital, they met sev- | | eral times a year. Lanny kept her | ear to the ground, harkening to re- ports ot his progress from worthwhile sources, and learned that he was re- garded as a young doctor of distinct promise. One day, after he had béen two years an interne, $hey met in the cor- ridor. “I've been wanting to see you, Stevie,” Lanny began without any pre- liminary fencing. “It’s time for your post-graduate course in_Europe.” “Impossible, Lanny. My father has | had a frightful reversal of fortune. He's done a father's full duty by me |and I'm not going to graft off him | and perhaps sacrifice him in his old age. I'm self-supporting now and even saving a little from my salary. In a few years I shall be able to afford a modest office and go in for general practice.” “You've followed my program thus far and youll continue until 'it's finished,” Lanny announced. “I'll loan you the money. The $5,000 your father gave me has grown to $7,500 and I've sgyed $2,000 more, so I'm THE EVENING STAR, WASHINGTON, going to bank you, and you shall pay me 6 per cent on the mongy you bor- row and secure me by life insurance.” She was thoughtful for a few moments. “Well, perhaus three years abroad will benefit you more than four years would an ordinary man. So we'll cut the program to three years. r K you must have some comforts; you've got to live like a gentleman. You will resign here today and TI'll have the money for you tomorrow. “Oh, Lanny, you dear old sport, I can't do that!” Thereupon Lanny struck him in a vital spot. Her stefn and lonely soul was touched. Not often did she in- dulge herself in the weakness of tears, but they flooded her eyes now and her breast heaved. He always was touched &t the sight Mr. Gatlin was thrown out and suffered a basal fracture of the skull, and out there somewhere—Penelope waited for him. of suffering; the vast underlying sym- pathy in his nature would never have it otherwise. Abruptly she left him. She knew he would seek her out later, to protest at greater lemgth, to avow himself her eternal debtor for the offer and again decline 1. He called upon her at her lodgings that night—and Lanny .won. It was a hard battle, but when Lanny, so to speak, lowered her head and went in to_win usually she Succeeded. Well, she had her way, and when he returned from Europe she had an office ready for him. She would be 40 years old on her next birthday and, after 18 years of the drudgery of pri- vate nursing she looked forward to her positior. in. Stephen Burt’s office with pleasurable anticipation. 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