The Savannah morning news., 1900-08-05

pale. That summer l took her with me
10 Paramount, and never was such a Won
derful cure. From the first moment she
bloomed out into health and beauty.
People raved about her, and / began TO
think perhaps she had forgotten her
musician. and that after all money was
money and pretty comfortable thing to
have
Then one day. quite by chance. l wan
dered down a little unfrequented path
in the mountains, and came suddenly
upon Betty and a man whose face seemed
vaguely familiar. l raised my lorgnettes
and looked. Ii was the first violin in the
hotel orchestra, and the whole situation
flashed on me. He was Betty's musician,
and he had come TO Paramount to be with
her. Then j looked a Betty. Her face
was simply glorihed with the light of
that love, undimmed by fear or doubt or
self-questioning. that never comes twice
to any human soul, and that has in 1t all
that is best and truest and sweetest in
life. The man held her hands tightly
clasped and pressed against his breast,
and he looked as If indeed he was re-
ceiving Gods benediction OUT there In
natures church. I moved and they came
towards me, hand in hand.
Mrs. Blank Betty said, with her
voice quivering like hurt child's, If
come home. and
Betty I said the first duty of a
chaperon is to know what not to see
Betty and her musician have been mar
ried these years, and are happy as the
day is long. but the Morgans have never
forgiven me. They say failed TO proper
ly chaperon Betty. Perhaps I did. But
what would you? There are things so
sacred that even woman does not dare
to NEEDLE with them
One night last winter at the opera, says
the Philadelphia Press, a young physi-
clan touched his companion on the arm
and nodded toward ore of the balcony
boxes.
'Lookv' he said, there's the girl have
told you about"
great soft pink rosette was In her
hair. She was a lovely blonde and in her
low white gown made very attractive
spot in the circle Ct fashionables.
The man watched her with interest for
a few minutes.
"Jover' he said. at Sc ms queer to see
her this way, you know. The last time l
saw her was in enc of the very poorest
districts in town. l had an operation to
perform in a dirty little tenement house
where it was hard work to get water. aud
there was only a tomato can to wash
your hands in 1t was a desperate case
no time to get my patient to hospital,
well, l asked one of the other doe
tors 10 send me round nurse, and that
girl came walking in. 1 nearly gasped
with surprise She was neat and sweet
in plain cotton gown, and she got out
an apron and put 1t on and went to work
in most matter-of-fact manner. But I
knew who she was Ard 1t struck me all
of a heap to see a popular society girl
coming down in the slums to busy her
self in places and with things that were
neither easy nor agreeable
You may imagine 1t was no cinch' 20
get along with the things / had at com
mand down there. Miss Society was
brick. She flew around and helped me out
in all sorts of ways and showed no end
of ability and common sense.
After that l found her visiting the
place regularly as a nurse while my pa
tent was recovering, and I learned that
she is really fond of the work and in a
quiet way does q great deal of 1t. She
knows some of the prominent physicians
in town very well and they give her GER
toin of their charity cases to look after,
relying on her in many ways.
"She went as a Red Cross nurse dur
ing the war, you see-was accepted as
one of the unframed assistants, and got
her first taste OF nursing in the army
hospitals. After she came back she kept
up the work"
All New York is talking of the fact
tina, the daughter of John Crosby Brown.
of Brown Bros, is ministering in this
same way 10 the wants of the poor in
her city. 1t was reading a story abou.
her that reminded me of the Phladel-
phia girl about whom this overheard con-
versation took place.
You might see her nearly every morn
ing, If YOU chose, leaving her house on
Walnut street. near Rittenhouse Square,
to carry out her mission of comfort.