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TVESDAY, SEPTEMBER 30, 1924. >J,4 SOUL w.% a *1 h VICTOR ROUSSEAU \ ^ g a COPYRIGHT by WG.CHAPMAN A * I ,1.0* Chapter I “I let him see I wouldn’t stand for any language like that, and I reckon he understood, even if I didn’t have to say much,” remarked the dark haired girl to Joan Wentworth. “It doesn’t seem to have occurred to Doc tor Lancaster yet that a nurse is a human being under her uniform. "If he’d treat us half as nicely as he treats some of his lady friends,” she added, ln a suggestive tone that changed into the accentuation of ordi nary speech under Joan’s discouraging look. “I’ve seen him driving them round town nights in his auto, and I’ve never seen the same one twice. 1 guess he takes it out on us when they've been mean to him.” Joan did not answer her. She was watching the head surgeon as he came Into the operating theater. At his en trance the general buzz of conversa tion censed, as if the outpouring of words had been cut off with a knife. The students on the benches settled themselves in their places and craned their heads forward intently. The two assistant surgeons, Ivers and MacPber son, assumed attitudes of constrain•. for everybody was constrained in La:' caster’s presence. The orderly, wh had been peering through the crack of the swinging door into the anes thetic room, where the hegd nurse was holding the patient’s wrist and watch ing the face beneath the mask intent ly. straightened himself and stood up in military fashion. Only the visiting doctors seemed at their ease as they advanced to Shake hands with John Lancaster. They had come from several neigh boring cities, drawn by the news that Lancaster was to perform his famous operation of arterial excision, which was just then the subject of discussion in the medical press. Plenty of sur 'geons had tried to remove a section of one of the larger blood vessels, but only Lancaster had succeeded in bringing down the mortality to 15 per cent Lancaster was something of a mys tery both to his colleagues and to the nursing staff. The Lancaster fund supported the Southern hospital, and John Lancaster was firmly established at the head of the institution. The of g ua r d ians, wirfeh existed- ac cording to the terms laid down in his father’s will, had apparently only an advisory capacity, and It was supple and plastic In Lancaster’s hands. And John Lancaster was more feared and admired than any doctor In the country. Feared by most for his tyranny, ad mired by a very few on account of his extraordinary skill, he seemed to have a duaf personality. The man whose fast life was tire scandal of the con servative little southern seaport, who was ostracized by the better families, whose infrequent appearances in the hospital were usually the occasion for injustice, storms and disniissals. changed ln the operating theater into a man whose gentleness and humility and skill made him adored for the time by all who came into contact with him. But it was only rarely that a case occurred that required his attention. On such occasions ills manner was ln itself remarkable, He would slip stealthily into his private room, dress there. and emerge masked like a mummy to perform his miracle almost in silence, and afterward to make his escape In a way suggestive of his hav ing performed some shameful action. So much Joan Wentworth had heard. Naturally she watched his entrance on this, her first day of surgical work, with absorbed Interest. But Lancaster came ln unmasked, nnd Joan could dis cern nothing humble or secretive in the self satisfied face or the brisk manner in which he greeted the visit ing surgeons. He looked a man of seven or eight and thirty, and he bore his years heavily. The eyes were lined nnd little sunken; the features, which Jonn had seen only a few times during her eighteen months of work at the hos pital, exer ed, ns they bad always done, a rntfier repellent effect upon the girl. The face was eminently cruel and hard. Nevertheless the man ob viously dominated the assembly. He dominated her. She was much more afraid of some nervous lapse In Lancaster’s presence than of seeing the use of the knife. The hissing of the steam tank, the nervous luova hients of the spectators upon the benches, whose heads seemed to swing with a uniform and rhythmical motion, the deepening sense of constraint, acted upon her with a sort of hypnotic effect not lessened by Lancaster’s de clslve manner. She pulled the tray of Instruments out of the boiling water and set it down upon the table by the side of the bichloride solution. Lancaster, who had been pulling on bis rubber 1 gloves, enp ™ to ’ - r side a*- ’ 'ilur red both hantL into the antis. .c fluid. „ There was a look of self-conscious sat isfaction upon his face, and Joan thought that every gesture and^ach movement was designed to 1 iress the visitors. Presently she became sure of It The man was acting. A feeling of disgust came over her. Lancaster cast a quick glance at Joan. “New nurse?” he asked. “My first morning of surgical work, Doctor Lancaster," she answered. He grunted in a contemptuous sort of way. Joan flushed to the hair. He turned to the other girl. 44 Yon there I” he shouted, "Look alive with those sponges!” And he Q & H Tin / ST 4 I l*‘ oil V\ V j 1 '4: m$m $ \ fw ! > 1 \ I \ I 111 -I ’V’l The Struggle Ceased; the Man Sighed Deeply and His Limbs Relaxed. cast a quick glance toward the visi tors, as If to see whether they appre ciated his harshness. A look of chagrin came over the dark-haired girl’s face, but she ran to obey and dropped the wet sponges into the bichloride with shaking fingers. At the same moment the swing door opendd and the stretcher with the pa tient appeared, wheeled by the op Uerly. Behind it walked the head nurse, still maintaining her crouching attitude as she moved. The stretcher i stopped inside the theater! nnd the head nurse and orderly lifted the man who tay upon it on the glass table. He mumbled and tried to raise him setf. The nurse put her hands about his shoulders, pressing them down, while the orderly held the body, pro testing against the indignity about to be offered to It, to which It had em phatieally not consented, whatever ar rangement had been decreed by the brain. Lancaster’s harsh voice boomed through the theater: “That’s no way to bring a patient here, Miss Symons! Deep anesthesia 1” The head nurse lifted her face for an InstauL There’s a history of ne phritis, Doctor Lancaster,” she said. The pulse is 150, and Doctor Mac Pherson said—’’ “Who’s running this business?” Shouted Lancaster, striding toward her; and Joan was sure that he looked out of the corner of his eye toward the visitors. He snatched the green ether bottle out of the nurse’s hand and poured a quantity of the fluid upon the mask. Tltp struggle ceased, the man. sighed deeply, and his limbs relaxed The nauseating stench of the ether fumes made Joan’s head reel, It seemed to fill the theater. Miss Symons, flusti Ing. but displaying no resentment, took the bottle from Lancaster's hand and resumed her position, holding the patient g wrist nnd peering into his face, the green bottle upraised. T he girl who was in charge of the sponges whispered bitterly to her: “He doesn't know how to treat a woman—not „ indy. He Isn't our kind. m ust have been on a terrible racket last night! lie can’t keep up that gait much longer unless he gives up his work here.” Joan ignored her; she had concon trated nil her attention upon Lancas ter s probable demands; she was re solved not to be found wanting, It was said* that Lancaster was abso lutely merciless and had ruined many a girl's career by refusing to allow her to complete her graduating course. He was tyrannical, overlooked nothing, nnd never appreciated good work. Ru mor went tlmt when a certain nurse had once handed him benzine Instead of alcohol he had taken her by the shoulders and run her bodily out of Hie hospital, forbidding her to show ber face there again, "He can’t last long if he leads that *° r t of life," the dark-haired girl re touted. “You’d think he’d be old have learned how to pre- GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS #tod n De i gentleman evee If he Isn't one." i Joan shook her off mentally as one chases away a persistent fly. For the tenth time she counted the instru ments in the tray. Lancaster picked up a scalpel, and MocPhershn and Ivers took up their positions, one on either side of him. The operation was beginning. The visiting surgeons watched with an occasional whispered remark. The assistants already were snapping the little forceps upon the ends of the di vided arteries. Lancaster issued his commands from time to time, without looking back: Sponges! ■ 4* One—two," whispered the dark baired girl. “Three—four—five—” “Bistoury. Scissors. Dilator. Num ber four Simms.” Joan never faltered. She felt easier In her mind, her quick hands found the instruments In the tray the mo toent Lancaster demanded them, Meanwhile the dark-haired girl never ceased counting the sponges: —^ "Six—seven—eight—-nine—’’ Suddenly Lancaster stopped, wheeled and turned fiercely upon her. “For God’s sake, stop that chatter!” he cried. The girl let a sponge fall, snatched it up. and shot an apprehensive glance at him. Joan saw that she was losing her nerve in spite of her brave talk of a few minutes before. It was the critical time of a very dangerous and difficult process. She tried to pull herself together. Yet, without looking up, she real ized that a sense of general apprehen sion had stolen through the operating theater. The nurse at the head of the table, looking like a veiled Vestal, had not shifted her position since the beginning of the operation, except that from time to time her hand shifted slightly as she let one or two drops of ether fall upon the mask. MaCPherson and Tvers stirred busilv, their heads bent level with their Chief’s as they moved to and fro at their work. The patient began to mutter.— Then h hand, upraised in . weak protest, struck a clamp from Ivers’ fingers. It rattled upon the floor. “Keep him quiet. Miss Symons, con found you!” shouted Lancaster. “Doctor Lancaster, the pulse —” she began. But, after a quick glance at the head surgeon, she shrugged her shoulders, tilted the bottle, and delib erately poured out nearly all the ether remaining in it The renewed stench of the anesthetic filled the room. Joan saw the benches swing, the craning faces seemed to become multiplied; Lancaster and the two assistants, the visiting surgeons were tiny gnomes, an immense distance away, surround* Ing a tiny table on which a doll-like figure lay extended. She tried to bring them back into focus, but could not; and, what was worse, she felt that she had lost her nurse’s sense of divining the surgeon’s requirements before he gave expression to them. The feeling of suspense was grow, in “- Something was wrong, and al though nothing had been said, even the students on the top row of benches farthest from the table were aware of it. The assistant doctors appeared as busy as ever, nnd yet they seemed -at a loss, and'on ce or twice looked up at Lancaster ns if his techtilc was puzzling them. Joan saw two of the visiting surgeons exchange brief glances, one with inquiry, the other, answering, with uplifted eyebrows, Once Lancaster stopped; he resumed 1,is work, stopped again, and stood staring at bis work. Then he wheeled round upon Joan, the upper part of his body seeming to move upon a pivot, while his lower limbs remained stationary, “That scalpel—quick !” he cried. Joan started and stretched out her hands toward the tray, which gleamed afar off, elusively through a black cloud. “The one I handed yon. Don’t stare at me like a root’” Joan bent over the tray, putting out one hand to the table to support her self. She was conscious that every tiling was suspended and that every one was watching her. In the inter minable interval she heard the pa tient’s gasping sighs, as if he was breathing the last wisps of life away. She fingered the Instruments in the tray feetiiy and nervelessly, and her hands seemed numbed and useless. Her fingers closed on something and brought It out. Then Lancaster's hand closed over hers, tore It away, arid flung it back with a splash. Joan s hand dropped to her side, paralyzed by the painful pressure. The next tn stunt Lancaster had the scalpel and whirled swiftly hack toward the table, np^ettlng the bichloride, which lapped over the patient’s feet. The moments went by like hours. At Inst Joan became aware, through the sudden unraveling of the suspense, that the crux of the operation was over. Her head grew clear again. She saw the assistant surgeons unfasten ing the artery clamps. The head nurse rose to her feet, not looking at the patient. Joan realized that she was crying, and her strong, epicene face looked grotesque in grief. The orderly entne up, and together they placed the patient on the stretcher. And suddenly Joan knew that the man was dead. A# the stretcher was wheeled out of the theater Lancaster turned towhrd his visitors. “A very successful piece of work," he said. •• It’s a pity the poor fellow will never know how much I have done for him.7 Joan felt the visiting surgeons' dis gust at the execrable Jest Lancaster seemed to sense It, too. “Unfortunately,” he continued, “the best of surgeons is not proof against the stupidity of a nurse.” he turned upon Jonn fiercely. ADVERTISEMENT OF SALE The undersigned, as administrat or df the estate of John D. Aslan, dec., by virtue of an order from the 'Court of Ordinary, of Spalding county, Georgia, will sell at public outcry, on the first Tuesday in Oc tober, 1924, at court house door in said county, between the legal hours of sale, the following described land: That lot, tract or parcel * of land , b f . nR _ tv . , hous and tr& , ™ * s ’ one ™ stor ® an “ '°t ln the city of Griffin, Spalding county, Georgia, known and described as number 504 North Ninth street, the store being num bered 502 North Ninth street, the * fronting Ninth ame on street fi0 f * __.___, Xt ? « ° , , , width 100 feet and bounded k as fol * ows: North by J. M. Crawford, east by Mrs. W. H. Crenshaw, south 100 feet on Cherry street and west 50 feet on North Ninth street, Terms cash ---rr- 4 ——— Jesse O. FutraJ, Administrator, CITATION GEORGIA—Spalding County. Ordinary’s Office, Sept. 2, 1924. Augustus H. Frye, Guardian of Vivian Gray Frye Saunders nee Vivian Gray Frye, has applied to me for a discharge from his Guardian ship of aforesaid Vivian Gray Frye, this is, therefore, to notify all per sons concerned, to file their objec tions, if any they have, on or before the first Monday in October next, else Augustus H. Frye will be dis charged from his Guardianship as applied for. D. R. CUMMING, Ordinary, Spalding County. CITATION GEORGIA—Spalding County. Ordinary’s Office, Sept. 2, 1924. Whereas, Augustus H. Frye, ad ministrator of estate of S. B. Frye, represents to the Court in his peti tion, duly filed and entered on record, that he has fully administered the said estate. This is, therefore, to cite all persons concerned, kindred and creditors, to show cause, if any they can, why said Administrator should not be discharged from his administration and receive letters of dismission, on the first Monday in October, 1924. D. R. CUMMING, Ordinary. CITATION Court of Ordinary, Sept. 2, 1924. GEORGIA-—Spalding County. To All Whom It May Concern: W. Z. Gardner, as administrator of the estate of Mrs. Caroline M. Gard ner, deceased, having applied to me by petition for leave to sell the real estate of said deceased, this is to notify the creditors and kindred that said application will be passed upon at the October term, 1924, of the Court of Ordinary of said county, and that unless cause is then shown to the contrary, «aid leave, will.....£e granted. This 3rd day of September, 1924. D. R. CUMMING, Ordinary. CITATION GEORGIA—Spalding County. To All Whom It May Concern:... A. K. Maddox, as administrator of the estate of Julia P, Maddox, deceased, having applied to me by petition for leave to sell the real es tate of said deceased, this is to no tify the creditors and kindred that said application will be passed upon at the October term, 1924, of the Court of Ordinary of said county, and that unless cause is then shown to the contrary said leave will be granted. This 11th day of September, 1924. D. R. CUMMING, Ordinary, CITATION Court of Ordinary. GEORGIA—Spalding County. To All Whom It May Concern: R. A. Redding and F. A. Quillian, as executors of the will of R. J. Redding, deceased, having applied to me by petitioij for leave to sell the real estate of said deceased, this is to notify the creditors and kindred that said application will be passed upon at the October Term, 1924, of the Court of Ordinary of said coun ty, and that unless cause is then shown to the contrary said leave wilf be granted. This the 3rd day of September, 1924 . D. R. CUMMING, Ordinary. NOTICE OF SALE The undersigned, as administrator of the estate of Mary Greene, by virtue of an order from the Court of Ordinary of Spalding County, Geor gia, will sell at public outcry, on the first Tuesday in October, J924, at the courthouse door in said county, between the legai hours of sale the following described land, and per sonal property. One house and lot in the City of Griffin”, Spalding County-, Georgia, located on South Ninth Street, No. 543; together with certain other per sona) property, consisting principally of household and kitchen furniture. This September 3rd, 1924. B. M. SHERARD, Admr. n your earner he cmandedf _ “Ml* 'Wentworth, Doctor Lancas ter.” "Well, you’re no use here. You’re k wasting your time. You’ve killed a man this morning," he bellowed. “If I can’t have women about me with rational heads on their shoulders Pll get a gang of Chinese chop suey men. Get out and earn your living as a ste nographer or saleslady, "hat’s ati your talents are fit for. Miss Went " ° rtl1 Joan T looked at him in amazement. At his first words, at his tone, she had felt the shock of anger In her heart gather Itself and leap to meet his own. But his rnge frightened her. her head ached, and she was sick from the fumes which still penetrated the. the ater. She tried to answer him. btiT could not utter a' word nnd broke into tears Instead, sobbing in complete nervous abandonment. Lancaster turned fro~ her with a wry face. “Well, gentlemen” he said, with an affectation of jovinlness, ‘‘bet ter luck nest time. I‘m sorry the operation was not successful, but. af f w aU * * h e P at l e * v * *• not the principal ., 1 thing. t The method was cor rect. yon see, but I did not reckon on an incompetent assistant.” “Put the blame on the anesthetic, Doctor Lancaster,” said a white bearded surgeon, with chivalrous in tent. “With a nephritis history opera tion’s useless.’ Better let them die peacefully. »» “I did not quite grasp the technical innovation you spoke of, Doctor Lan caster,” said another. “To my mind it was the original Leonard operation, except that—” , 44 Why did you divide the arterial coats below the site of the aneurism?” queried a third. ” Lancaster led them from the the ater, expostulating and explaining. The dark-haired girl lingered with the sponges. The assistant surgeons had already gone hurriedly out. Joan put her tray away. She still was unable to control her sobs. Suddenly Lancaster reappeared, fu rious after the cross-examination to which he had been subjected. He came straight toward Joan with a face of malice. Unconscious of her pitiful aspect as a child might have been, she raised her streaming face and looked at him. <1 You had no right to speak to me like that, whatever I did,” she said. Whatever you did? Whatever you failed to do! What do you think you are here for?” he stormed. He glared at her, turned away, hes itated, and then came back. “That’s just the way with you women,” he cried. “You lost that case for me. And now you are thinking about your dignity. You shouldn't have taken up a nurse’s vocation. Yon women don’t know what you can do and what you can’t til! you find your selves in a post of responsibility, and then you fall down. What made you take Up nursing, anyway Thought opr style of caps becoming, I suppose. If “I’ve done my best to qualify. I’ve never been , blamed before.” “Well. yoiV’ve made a big mistake,” said Lancaster. “That’s all. A—very —big—mistake,” be added, emphasiz ing each word with a nod. “And my work.....and pa tients' lives are tor. im i port: at to allow mistakes To You’re too pretty to be a-nurse, any way.” be added in a lower tone. t * You*don’t need to tell me that. Doc tor Lancaster!” cried Joan furiously He made a gesture of mock despair ■ That’s right; get on your h igh Lorse again !” he said. “Just remem ber that I’m at the hpad of the South ern hospital. and what I say goes, that’s all.” 5 (To Be Continued) Follow The Crowds And You Will Eat at The BLUE GOOSE CAFE OPEN ALL NIGHT r— MfflU!li!U8iHIU!'.!mS!fiililil8fl51llfi!lllltl!tllIlllii!t , r,)lti!!ttil!liiiH!!:Hi! , !!i!*i!ltHi!ll!S!t}it , iri)JM EXECUTOR'S SALE. By virtue of an order granted by the Ordinary, of Spalding county __ Wl11 , be 8old before the Court House d °bi* in the city of Griffin, Georgia, between the legal hours of sale, on the first Tuesday in October, the following described property, to* One store on the east side of North Hill street in the city of Griffin, Georgia, fronting on Hill street twenty-six (26) feet, and running back east eighty (80) feet, bounded north by Slaton Alley, south by T. H. Wynne, east by an alley an<j west by Hill street. Said property being the property) of the estate of O. H. Ison. Terms: Cash. Mrs. Mary I. Slade and E. S. McDowell, Executors of Estate of O. H. Ison. A ■ PAGE SEVEN ,.u . :, Lodge Directory WARREN LODGE No. 20, I. O. O. F„ meets every Monday night at 7:30 at Warren Lodge Hall. Visiting' brothers cor* dially invited. R. A. PFEL, Secretary. W. T. ATKINSON, N. G. meridian sun lodge No. 26, P. & A. M. Regular meeting Tuesday .night, October 7th, 7 o’clock. Note change in hour. Visitors Welcome. C. H. Scales, W. M. Bill Wills, See. w. o. w. Meets every Thursday, 7:30 p. m. Sovereigns, your camp needs yonr presence. You will find your Clerk all times at Slaton Powell Clo. Co. Visiting Sovereigns welcome, Come, L. J. SAULEY, C. C. C. C. STANLEY, Clerk. Pythagoras No. Chapter. 10, R. A. M. Regular meeting, Second and Fourth Thursday, 7:30 p. m. Visitors wel some. WM. T. ATKINSON, H. P. WELLS, , Secretary. Ben Barrow Lodge . • No. 687 F. & A. M. Next meeting Oct. 2nd. L. B. GUEST, W. M. CLIFFORD GRUBBS, Secty. Funeral Directory \d- I l ijHjp HAISTEN BROS. CO. FUNERAL DIRECTORS AND EMBALMER5 Griffin and Senoia, Georgia Office Phone 575. Res. Phone €8 FRANK S. PITTMAN Funeral Director and Erabaimer Office Phone 822. Res. Phone 6R E. D. FLETCHER Embalmer and Funeral Director , With Griffin Mercantile Co, Office Phone 474 Res. Phone 4:1 P. E. A.RNALL G. N. MURRAY P. E. Arnall & Co. • Insurance of All Kinds We Would Appreciate ” ' Your Business J. C. BROOKS O. S. TYUS r / * ,Z^VV Railroad Schedule CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RY. Arrival and Departure of Passenger Trains at Griffin, Ga. The schedules are published as infor mation and are not guaranteed: North South 2:29 p.m. Altanta-SavTi 11:06 p.m. 4:30 a.m. Atlanta-Sav’h 8:07 a.m. 5:47 a.m. Chigo-Cto-Jax 11:55 p.m. 6:53 a.m. Chigo-St. L.-Jax 8:42 p.m. 9:01 a.m. Atlanta-Macon 5:20 p.m. 12:25 p.m. Atlanta-Macon 2:17 p.m. 5:57 p.m. Atlanta-Albany 12:19 a.m. Chattanooga Division From: For: 2:30 p.m. Chattanooga 9:45 a.m. 8:15 a.m. Cedartown 6:26 p.m. SOUTHERN RAILWAY From: For: Atlanta points— 5:53 p.m. East—West 18:02 a.: 10:02 a.m. ColT>us-Ft.Valley 5:53 pj FOR SALE 1 two story granite building on N. Hill street with three fronts on Hill street. 1 10-room house on S. Hill street. This one of the fin est homes in Griffin, with east front. 2 Bungalows on Oak st. 3 houses on Raymond st. 1 house on south Eighth s* Phone 303 and 1028 T. EZRA MANN 104 V* 8. Hill St.