The Neihart herald. [volume] (Neihart, Mont.) 1890-1901, 1897-02-20

a. one washes TO be thoroughly wen
up in the progress of patients, but / had
rather dropped Nurse Smiles because she
was silly about Nurse Morrison.
That day l went out OF the ward for
an instrument, leaving Nurse Morrison
there. When / came back, Nurse Smiles
was there in her place.
"Where's nurse?" / said.
"Do you mean Mrs. Morrison?' she
asks as cool as you please, and then /:
"Oh, what have / said? Please don't
notice it!'
81 WON'T" / told her and went on
with my business alone, but when I re-
peated it to Trafford that night he got
quite excited and raved up and down
the room.
II knew iti'' he told me. They're
all talking about it. The poor little
thing is the slave to some BLACKBOARD.
She slips out to see him whenever she
can. Nurse Gore is the only one who
knows all, butt And with that he
pushed a scrap of paper into my hand.
"Read that, he said fiercely, and 1 read
it.
Cant. Have arranged to meet John.
He has promised not to be so rough"
stared alternately at the paper and
ct Trafford.
Its here" he explained. "You
know the poor little thing is ON night
duty just now. and Nurse Cores on by
day. So they don't meet much, and
their plan is to leave notes for one an
other hidden ON their dressing tables. -
"How on earth / began, but Traf-
ford held up a warning hand and stop
ped me.
GAS senior RESIDENT he said, and
/ shut up.
"Nurse Smiles brought me this note, ~
he went ON, land l didn't say what !
thought of her, for I'm determined to
help the poor soul, and Buz mustn't
hear it. That woman Smiles thought
it should be known 1t was in answer
to a note from Nurse Gore, saying to.
morrow morning is her day off and sug'
costing a trip. You mark my words,
that girl is fettered for life." With that
he left me, to get the note Struggled
back by the conscientious Nurse Smiles,
and | wondered what would come next.
/ had not to wait long.
The next day he came to me with an.
other note from Nurse Cores room.
81 have snapped the chainl John il
furious. Oh, what can ! do? I could
kill myself. l nearly did"
We stared at one another in silence.
Then Trafford spoke.
"She's in her DON crying" he said.
"Nurse Gore dropped the note in hel
w after reading it and went tt
her. I've promised to meet the chie1
outside for an operation. Do you thinl
she's safe? She has broken loose some
how, you see, but still"-
on see to that" 1 told him, and ht
went off.
Then / sent word that I wanted to SCI
Nurse Morrison about one of the pa
tients. Of course, as a psychologist,
knew that q woman of a neurotic tenn
permanent in such a frenzied conditic,
might do anything.
She came after some delay. I asked
her to sit down, and I saw at once no
only that she had been crying, but als'
that she had a large bruise over her lief
temporal region.
"What is that I asked, pointing a
1t, and she burst into tears.
l hold that a man may be scientific
and yet have a soft heart. I own that
was moved. l rose, and going round tn
table knelt by her side.
"After ALL" 1 whispered, Give al
are sorry for you. You are among
friends. Why don't you trust us? VIVA
does it matter SO long as the chain
broken?"
"Matterr She dried her eyes an,
stared at me Indignantly. "Matterl M.
bub-b ub- bicycles spoiled, and I shan
be able to use it for a month"; John, tn
t-t-teacher, says soi'
Some time later, when 1 ask the stat
what she had meant by saying that will
horses wouldn't drag Nurse Morrison
past history from her, she grinned an
said, "No more they would"
"Why not?' I persisted.
Because l don't know it," she toll
me.
hate these sharp women. -Westmin