Tighter and tighter the White Linen Nurse crushed the Little Girl to her breast. Louder and louder she called in the Little Girl’s ear.
“Scream!” she shouted. “There might be a bump! Scream louder than a bump! Scream! Scream! S-c-r-e-a-m!”
In that first overwhelming, nerve-numbing, heart-crunching terror of his whole life as the great car tilted up against a stone, plowed down into the mushy edge of a marsh, and skidded completely round, crash-bang into a tree, it was the last sound that the Senior Surgeon heard—the sound of a woman and child screeching their lungs out in diabolical exultancy!
(The second instalment of this three-part serial story will be published in the September CENTURY.)
A DOUBLE STAR
BY LEROY TITUS WEEKS
GIVE me Love’s password—fearless I’ll face God.
Love spoke the word when bloomed the primal soul;
It freed the Son of Man from Death’s control.