. The Saturday evening post. vaguely enough,about the white room. It was not untilthey rested on the occupant of the bed nextto his that recognition swept into them. Heraised himself swiftly, trying with hisbandaged hand to point to the pale goldhead that lay on the pillow so near nurse shoved him quietly backward. Yes, I know. But shes all right. Justa little weak. She gave her blood to saveyour life. Pop reached over with his other handand touched the curls. They fluttered asshe turned. Without a word she stretchedout, caught his hand and clung to way the two small hands that
. The Saturday evening post. vaguely enough,about the white room. It was not untilthey rested on the occupant of the bed nextto his that recognition swept into them. Heraised himself swiftly, trying with hisbandaged hand to point to the pale goldhead that lay on the pillow so near nurse shoved him quietly backward. Yes, I know. But shes all right. Justa little weak. She gave her blood to saveyour life. Pop reached over with his other handand touched the curls. They fluttered asshe turned. Without a word she stretchedout, caught his hand and clung to way the two small hands that hadpulled him back from the border line heldto his, the way she looked across at him,reassured him for all time. Pop lay quite still for a moment, strokingher fluffy hair, then into the pallid eyescame the look he had so often worn as hetold of his triumphs in the days of Boothand Barrett. With a teary grin he glanced up at thenurse. It brought her round, didnt it? hesaid confidently. Guess I aint such abum actor after THE SMTURD/1Y EVENING POST 73
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