use
he is so trustworthy. They send him to the station to meet people who
are arriving and they tell me he reads to the patients a lot. There's
nothing like eddication. It will stick to you when everything else is
gone. He has the saddest face you ever saw. That man gives me the
willies."

"How about the sanitarium run by this Dr. Harper?" asked Josie. "Does
it have a good reputation?".

"About as good as Judas Iscariot!" exclaimed the hotel keeper with
violence. "I'd just as soon put any of my nutty kin in the penitentiary
and sooner. I betcher that Harper is going to get in trouble some of
these days. There's a lot going on there that won't bear the light. Old
skinflint! Never a customer has he sent me. He can't keep any help,
either, just because he is such a one to squeeze a dollar until the
eagle shrieks. He's always advertising for nurses and servants. I saw
an ad only yesterday in a Chicago paper."

"Is that so? Are the nurses trained nurses?"

"Trained nothing! He doesn't give them as much wages as I give old
Black Annie who scrubs the halls and porches at my hotel. He just picks
up any woman or man who is willing to work for him and puts them in to
nurse. He calls himself running a training school for nurses. Don't
talk to me about that old Harper!"

As Josie was not talking to him but encouraging him to talk to her she
could but smile and continue her questions. She had registered as J.
O'Gorman, Dorfield, and had engaged her room for a week.

"I may have to be away from town on business through the county, but I
want to retain my room and get you to look after any mail or telegrams
that may come for me," said Josie. She had telegraphed the
Higgledy-Piggledies her whereabouts as soon as she was established,
and written a long special delivery letter to Mary Louise, telling her
as much as was pertinent about her adventures in Atlanta.

"It is a comfort to be registered as my own self and to be wearing my
own clothes and hair," she confided to Mary Louise, "but the morrow, I
hope, will find me assuming another character."

The morrow did. She applied to the sanitarium for a job as nurse and
was taken on, without the formality of asking what experience she had
had or even for the credentials which she had been at great pains to
get up for herself.

The grounds around the sanitarium were well laid out and quite
imposing, with large trees and well-grouped shrubs. The buildings were
handsome but gloomy