Juniata sentinel and Republican. [volume] (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, 1889-03-13

whom the peoples representatives, his
patients, gave such names as Salvation
Neilie'-this from a half-craZed reli-
gious wreck; MISS Wadsworth,' from
a patient who thought she must be one
IN name as in nature with the youth
who looked up and not down, and lent
hand; Mon petite mere,' from a
Canadian boy whose one eye followed
her constantly Dear child from
Grandma Nash, whose slow decline the
doctors urged as proof that one can
die merely of old age.
Left In charge of the hospital as DR..
Seymour was during years absence
Of the superintendent, he was too busy
to question If Miss Woodwork had a
more subtle charm than her face value
She pulled well with him in the hos
pital harness, that was all. These
middle class girls were noble without
being sentimental like your cultured
miss, and when they put their hand to
the plow IL was not for The sake of
showing off their diamonds
DIR. Seymour was no boor, he was
young man whose deep nature circum-
stances had conspired to make narrow,
and though he now, by reading and
acquaintance, was making for himself
wings with which 10 soar into a more
liberal atmosphere, he had not as yet
burst the lettering belief tTat no good
can come out of the Back Bay.
Since, IN his opinion, the great de-
mocracy of the United States implanted
all desirable tastes in its daughters, he
wondered that Miss Wood worth had
not craving for literary srimulant.
She was never visible when visitors
came to read bits OF wit and humor-
| pathos was not allowed-to the patients
and DR.. Seymour benevolently urged.
Miss Woodwork, you would enjoy
| taking your sewing into the wards when
the reading is going on. They read
nothing heavy, you know; you'd really
enjoy it
Eleanor smiled, not so much because
he saw that he had been unhappy In
the wording OF his remark, as at the
thought of the many times when she
| had exchanged duties with another
nurse in order not to hear her former
acquaintance settle their silk gowns
and announce the titles of gems of
verse and prose which she had brought
to their notice at the literary club of a
few years ago.
She would have smiled again if she
had seen the doctors face few days
later, when he peeped around a screen
| and saw her sitting in the twilight
between two cots, saying as lullaoys to
the poor sick souls fragments of Drift
Ing,' Hymn to the Night, the Glover
Song,' and the 'Chambered Nautilus. ,
AS he stole away, he heard Grandma
| Nash say drowsily.
Il don't sense 1t much, Miss Wood
worth. but it do make me feel as i
I'D been out on the settle on the porch
once more.'
L might have known DR.. Seymour
muttered, that it isn't your butterfly
of fashion who lights on the sweets of
literature. What time has she for
browsing among any but fashion booksf
| And what time have L to spend in
thinking of the girlP Good Lordi it's
a poor way of forgetting to love her.
He was still rumpling his hair dis
tractedly when Eleanor appeared on her
way to supper.
Miss woodworth,' he asked. 'I'm
such a new hand at making out the
annual repo4t to the trustees that /
wish you would listen to my manuscript
and see if I've stated the needs and
methods of the institution correctly.
Pm in little of hurry about 1t.
Could you give me an hour in the
office this evening? 1t is not part OF
your duty, but as friend?'
And she came as a friend without
cap or apron, and any man would have
agreed with the doctor that 1t was
hard luck, when he found he could stop
at the Office door only long enough 10
excuse himself while he attended to
one more case.
An hour dragged by before he re-
turned, IN an irritated frame of mind,
for his case, his pet case, had died
meanwhile, and the assi-tant surgeon
had owned up to blood poisoning. The
hour seemed to have wrought change
for the worse in Eleanor Woodwork,
too. Her head was bent over news
paper; everything about her seemed
detected, wistful.
The doctor caught sight of the paper.
Somebody had officially marked and
sent it to him that morning. 1t was a
little local sheet published in Newton.
and devoted. in this number, to an
account of a ''superb ball given at the
palatial residence of MIR. Matthew
Howe, in honor of the twenty-third
birthday of his daughter Cynthia. -
Illustrations of the exterior and interior
OF the house Wed with snowy headlines
in doing Justice to the occasion. And
superior Miss Woodwork seemed alb
sorbed over such trashl
DR.. Seymour's annoyed expression
took on supiclon of a sneeT.
Crying for the fiesh-pots of Egypt.
Miss Woodworthl Do you fancy any
bud who was at that ball would redden
her eyes for anything or anybody? You
are lofty enough to overlook the mar
rowness of a society girls life, and
crave its material beauty, but if you
think she has any ability to merge her
life in a nobler one, you
'Dr. SeymourP The doctor rose.
Her tone made him feel as If he ought
TO step up to the desk and hold out his
hand.
You are mistaken Eleanor took
the words from his lips. You have
small right to rail against narTowness,
you who judge girl to be petty be-
cause she is pretty, and estimate her
brain in inverse proportion to the size
of her bang. You are a doctor; do you
doubt that even this Miss Cynthia
Howe was born without a hearth Dc
you suppose that shower OF gold
makes nothing but weeds grow in itI
Prejudice is the child of ignorance, they
say. You wonder that 1 speak as
warmly as if l were a specialist on this
sUbjectp Before L was Nurse Wood
worth 1 was society girl, DR.. Sey.
mour, and l lved-there.'
Her hand touched the crocky wood
cut of the palatial residence of Mr.
Matthew Howe caressingly, and her
eyes, which had been flashing, were
dashed with tears as they fell again on
the pictures of her old home. There
was nothing to do but to say good
evening in a voice that had begun JO
choke little, and slip out of the Off
door.
a month later when Eleanor made
her weekly visit home, she found her
mother unusually dismal. Generally
the girls presence alone acted as q
tonic, but on this day it seemed i'm,
possible TO route the blues. In vain
she told of overhearing Grandma Nash
complain to the matron.
Nobody tells me anything except
|. Miss " ood dworth, and she don't know
much