Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1892-01-09

perfection of form and color. There was
no decided beauty in her clear-cut irregular
features, her pale complexion and her deep
gray eyes To be sure her brown hair was
thick and fine and all quivering with golden
lights, her figure tall and slender and she car
RED her well-shaped little head like. a queen,
but her real attraction was her spiritual
beauty, the lofty refinement Of mind and
heart that spoke in her every look
and gesture. Hers was one Of those
natures that respond with burning
intensity to slightest sensations; a gorgeous
sunset filed her soul to overflowing with glad
ness at its glowing beauty: a soft chord of
music would set every fiber of her be-
ing quivering in unison with it. and it
was this quick. deep sympathy and
responsiveness that lent her her wonderful
charm that gave her her wonderful influence
over Others. an influence more felt than known.
True, she had schooled herself TO hide at times
the ebb and flow of her emotions under a cold
exterior, but even at such times one felt that
somewhere in the girls heart there was a sweet
sympathy-a sympathy worth gaining.
Ii was o'clock in the afternoon and the sun
was pouring the full tide of its splendor in at
the windows of the Broad Street Hospital, FILL
ing the airy wards, resting in benediction on
the white caps of the nurses as they
went on their LlinisterIng errands
Kissing the pale cheeks Of some
weary sufferer or dancing over the thin
fingers of some little chilG who smiled as il felt
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each 10 some 1t whispered courage" for
they were to grow strong and work beneath its
rays again To others il said good bye, for
this was the last earthly sun they might look
upon
DIR. Bronson stood at the entrance to the
chiidrens ward. He was fully satisfied with
the success of the visit and Miss Morton had
been charmed with what she had already seen
and she loved children, that this ward
would be sure to please her. They were
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little boy was sitting propped up among his
pIllows This is Jimmy, the little lad who 8
such en- artist" Muriel bent down and looked
into the pale little face with its large soft eyes,
A sudden mist came over her own as she
stopped down, kissed the wan little cheek and
then passed quickly on. Little Jim lay quite
stli for few moments and held his breath:
then he murmured: 'Ef was one Of those big
fellers my doctor told me bout I'd make a
picture Of an angel jus like her." Now. little
Jim was the pet Of the hospital He was such
q pathetic, gentle little fellow and vet
% cheerful, 50 heroic and unselfish that, from
the tiniest child to the politest patroness all
loved him. Lately he had developed quite a
TALENT for drawing, and his sketches Of his fell
low sufferers were quite remarkable. great
many fair faces had bent over Jim's
little cot and his ty-loying eyes had drunk
them IN eagerly, but none had ever seemed
hall as lovely as the one that had Just been SO
Close to his. He turned his eyes away from her
side Of his bed Tine best one Of all has beer
here today-my DOCTOR" he said, looking up
into the gentle face bending over him; There
she is by the bay window" The doctor
looked up and met Muriers eyes
They both started and then Muriel boyed-such
q cold, naughty bow. The young doctor flushed
and bent still closer over his little patient but
did not seem to see him He stood there some
minutes before he gained his composure and
saying some cheerful word, passed on TO the
next case. leaving little Jim sorely puzzled as
70 what was the matter with his doctor Several
times he murmured 20 himself: sEf could
only help m some. but I'm such little Teller
cant think o nothing"
Meantime Nnriel was driving behind q pair
OF fast horses and listening 20 the doctor as he
talked Of his hospital work She had asked him
TO tel her about some OF his doctors and
nurses. and as he described them he watched
tas face OF the girl beside him with admiring
eyes. She had never looked as lovely.
How bright her eyes were, how eagerly
she was listening. He had Just fin
ished describing Dr. Greygrey; then he
went on to the first assistant: Then
there's Lagrange; he was in the chill
dren's ward while we were the-e. He's queer
chap, very clever; really the best man ON the
staf. Awfully good. too; always ready to take
~ hardest work. He can't be very old, but