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wiped his face。 Then she pulled down the blanket and lifted his old…fashioned nightshirt。 Quickly she replaced the waste pouch and saw his eyes dart to the pouch as she covered him。 She picked up the waste bag and went into the bathroom。
〃Pretty bad？〃 he asked； his eyes on her face； when she returned。
〃Pretty bad。〃
〃I know；〃 he whispered。 〃I looked before you came in。 It was as black as the hubs of hell。〃
She slipped an arm behind him and held him up as she straightened his pillow。 She let him sink back gently。 〃I don't know。 Some mornings I've seen it worse。〃
〃Don't kid me。〃 He closed his eyes for a moment； then opened them。 〃I got a hunch today's the day；〃 he whispered； his eyes on her face。
〃You'll feel better after I get some orange juice into you。〃
〃The hell with that；〃 he whispered vehemently。 〃Who ever heard of going to hell on orange juice？ Get me some champagne！〃
Silently she put down the orange juice and picked up a tall glass。 She filled it with cubes from the Thermos bucket and poured the champagne over it。 Putting the glass straw into the glass； she held it for him。
〃I can still hold my own drink；〃 he said。
The teletype in the corner of the room began to chatter。 She walked over to look at it。 〃What is it？〃
〃Some speech Landon made at a Republican dinner last night。〃
〃Turn it off；〃 he said testily。
He held out the glass to her and she took it and put it back on the table。 The telephone began to ring。 She picked it up。 〃It's the feature editor in L。A。；〃 she said。 〃He's returning the call you made to him yesterday。〃
〃Tell him I want Dick Tracy for the paper out here。〃 She nodded and repeated the message into the telephone and hung up。 She turned back and saw his face was covered with perspiration again。
〃Your son Charles made me promise to call him if I thought it was necessary。〃
〃Don't；〃 he snapped。 〃Who needs him here to gloat over me？ The son of a bitch has been waiting around for years for me to kick off。 He wants to get his hands on the papers。〃 He chuckled soundlessly。 〃I'll bet the damn fool has the papers e out for Roosevelt the day after the funeral。〃
A spasm of pain shot through him and he sat up suddenly； almost bolt upright； in the bed。 〃Oh； Jesus！〃 he said； clutching at his belly。 Instantly； her arm was around his shoulders； supporting him； while with her other hand； she reached for a syrette of morphine。 〃Not yet； Jennie； please。〃
She looked at him for a moment； then put the syrette back on the table。 〃All right；〃 she said。 〃Tell me when。〃
He sank back against the pillow and she wiped his face again。 He closed his eyes and lay quietly for a moment。 Then he opened them and there was a look of terror in them she had never seen before。 〃I feel like I'm choking！〃 he said； sitting up； his hand over his mouth。
Quickly； without turning around； she reached for the drain pan on the table behind her and held it under his mouth。 He coughed and heaved and brought up a black brackish bile。 She put down the pan and wiped his mouth and chin and let him sink to the pillow again。
He looked up at her through tear…filled eyes； trying to smile。 〃Christ；〃 he whispered hoarsely。 〃That tasted like my own piss！〃
She didn't answer and he closed his eyes wearily。 She could see him shiver under the onslaught of the pain。 After a few minutes； he spoke without opening his eyes。 〃You know； Jennie；〃 he whispered； 〃I thought the sweetest agony I'd ever know was ing。 But going's got it beat a million miles。〃
He opened his eyes and looked at her。 The terror was gone from them and a deep； wise calm had taken its place。 He smiled slowly。 〃All right； Jennie；〃 he whispered； looking into her eyes。 〃Now！〃
Her eyes still fastened to his； she reached behind her for a syrette。 Automatically she found the sunken vein and squeezed the syrette dry。 She picked up another。 He smiled again as he saw it in her hand。 〃Thanks； Jennie；〃 he whispered。
She bent forward and kissed the pale； damp forehead。 〃Good…by； Charlie。〃
He leaned back against the pillow and closed his eyes as she plunged the second syrette into his arm。 Soon there were six empty syrettes lying on the cover of the bed beside him。 She sat there very quietly； her fingers on his pulse； as the beat grew fainter and fainter。 At last； it stopped pletely。 She stared down at him for a moment； then pressed down the lids over his eyes and drew the cover over his face。
She got to her feet； putting the syrettes into her uniform pocket as she wearily crossed the room and picked up the telephone。
The butler met her in the hallway as she was going to her room。 He had an envelope in his hand。 〃Mr。 Standhurst asked me to give this to you； Miss Denton。 He gave it to me before you came on duty this morning。〃
〃Thank you； Judson。〃 She closed the door behind her and tore open the envelope as she crossed the room。 Enclosed were five thousand…dollar bills and a small note in his scratchy handwriting。
DEAR JENNIE；
By now you must understand the reason I wanted you to stay with me。 One thing I could never understand is that false mercy so many proclaim while prolonging the agony of approaching death。
Enclosed find your severance pay。 You may use it as you will … to provide for a rainy day while you continue to waste your life in the generally unrewarding care of others； or； if you've half the intelligence I give you credit for and are half the woman I think； you'll use it as tuition to Aida's school； which for the sake of a better name I shall call Standhurst College； and go on from there to a more luxurious manner of living。
With gratitude and affection； I remain；
Sincerely；
C。 STANDHURST
Still holding the note in her hand； she went to the closet and took down her valise。 She placed it on the bed and slowly began to pack。 Less than an hour later； she left the cab and hurried up the steps into the church； adjusting the scarf she wore around her throat over her head。 She genuflected at the back of the church and hurried down the aisle to the altar； turning left toward the statue of the Virgin。
She knelt and clasped her hands as she bowed her head for a moment。 Then she turned and took a candle from the rack and held a burning taper to it before placing it among the other candles beneath the statue。 Again she bowed her head and knelt for a moment； then turned and hurried back up the aisle。 At the door； she dipped her fingers into the Holy Fount and blessed herself； then opened her purse and pressed a bill into the slot of the collection box。
That night； the rector had a very pleasant surprise。 There； in the collection box； amidst all the silver and copper coins； was a neatly folded thousand…dollar bill。
The gray Rolls…Royce was parked in the driveway of the old house on Dalehurst Avenue in Westwood as Jennie pulled up in a cab。 She got out and paid the driver； then went to the door and put her valise down as she pressed the bell。
From somewhere in the house； a chime sounded。 A moment later； the door opened and a maid said； 〃This way； please； miss。〃
Aida was seated on the couch； a tray of tea and cookies on the table before her。 〃You can put the valise with the others； Mary。〃
〃Yes'm；〃 the maid said。
Jennie turned and saw the maid put her valise next to some others standing by the door。 She turned back to Aida。 A newspaper was open on the couch beside her； the big； black headlines staring up。
STANDHURST DEAD！
Aida got up and took her hand； gently pulling her down to the couch。 〃Sit down； my dear；〃 she said softly。 〃I've been expecting you。 We have plenty of time for a cup of tea before we go to the train。〃
〃To the train？〃
〃Of course； my dear；〃 Aida said。 〃We're going to Chicago。 It's the only place in the United States for a girl to start her career。〃
12
THE BIG TWENTY…FOUR SHEET FROM THE BILLBOARD HUNG OVER THE MAKESHIFT STAGE AT THE ARMY CAMP。 It was an enlargement of the famous color photograph from the cover of Life magazine。 Looking up at it； Jennie remembered the photographer perching precariously on the top rung of the ladder near the ceiling； aiming his camera down toward her on the bed。
From that angle； her legs had been too long and had gone out of the frame； so he'd turned her around and placed her feet up on the white satin tufted headboard。 Then the flash bulb had gone off； blinding her for a moment as they always did； and history had been made。
She'd been wearing a decorously cut black lace nightgown； which covered her pletely from throat to ankles。 Yet it had clung so revealingly； the soft tones of her flesh glowing in contrast to the black lace； that it left nothing to the imagination … the swollen nipples； irritated by the material across her jutting breasts； the soft curve of her stomach； and the sharply rising pubis； which couldn't be hidden because of the position of her legs。 Her long blond hair spilled downward over the edge of the bed and the blinding light of the flash bulb had thrown a sensual invitation into her eyes as she smiled at the invisible onlooker； upside down； from the lower…left…hand corner。
Life had published the photograph with but one word emblazoned in white block letters beneath it：
DENTON
That had be
