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memory to stay with her for the rest of her life. But it had turned out to be even more wonderful than that. He had slipped on the ice as he was walking up the steps to her house and his hip was broken. That meant he would be their guest indefinitely. Mrs. Stanley was so thrilled she could hardly bear it.
Everything had been so exciting, even though the great man had been confined to his room, with messages coming from all parts of the world. It was too wonderful. Mrs. Stanley couldn't understand how Maggie Cutler, Whiteside's secretary, could take it all so casually. She didn't bat an eye, even when people like Ethel Barrymore and Winston Churchill and Katharine Cornell and the Windsors called. But the best part was coming. He was well enough to come down stairs. Mrs. Stanley's heart was fluttering as she placed the family around her as a sort of welcoming committee, with John the butler and Sarah the cook lined up behind them for all the world like the servants in a gracious English country house. Richard and June were actually impressed for the first time their mother could remember, and even her husband looked expectant
Mrs. Stanley, president of the Mesalia, Ohio, Woman's as the door to the living room opened and there on the
Club, had followed his life breathlessly though vicari threshold was Sheridan Whiteside, looking so distin
ously, reading of his travels, his fabulous friends, chuck guished with his long beard that he made even the wheel
ling over the reports of his outrageous escapades with chair he was sitting in seem like a throne. There was a
Banjo, the utterly mad Hollywood comedian, and thrill hush as the nurse wheeled him in, with Dr. Bradley and
ing to the pictures of him with Lorraine Sheldon, the Maggie acting as convoy.
famous screen star, and Beverly Carlton, England's gift "How do you do, Mr. Whiteside!" Ernest Stanley was
to sophistication and the stage — and all the other glamor the first to break the awed silence. "I hope that you're
ous personalities who were his intimates. better."
Just having had him as her guest for dinner on the "Thank you," Whiteside said. "I am suing you for
evening of his lecture at the club would have been a a hundred and fifty thousand dollars." He glared at Mrs.
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