The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-09-16
girl. do no. know how to love; you are

girls do not know how to love: you are too cold.
 Although Frauiein never referred to 1t again, the little love story, she had related to me so feelingly remained in my mind. never again made light of her ideals. But an end came to our pleasant chats over the teacups; for. to Americans on the continent, all roads lead to Rome-in the spring. With the first suggestive deepening of the blue in the Munich skies bade Fraulein adieuA and departed for the Eternal city.
 Tn the Pension Rosada in Rome met. a medley of nationaiities-Swedes Nofwegians Germans-but only one American. she-Miss Newell-was a dark, energetic woman in the thirties. There was something in her brisk way of doing things that made me, speculate about her. could plainly see that she was taking. a holiday, and in through- ly business manner getting the full worth of 1t.
 Miss Newell suffered from an asth- matic cough. One evening. hearing her coughing in her room. I went in, and when the paroxysm was over. suggested to her an old-time remedy. s 'Of course--the very thingt" she ex- claimed. quickly. ITO think that I had never even thought of that" she went on. laughing as at huge joke. And that you should have to tell me what to d, for myself" with another burst of merriment. I began to grow red, thinking I had suggested something very silly.
 You foolish child" said Miss Newell. --l, ~E my endorsement. You think I am laughing at you. I am laughing at my self when I am sick. And yet have to prescribe for so many other people! Now I shall have to tell you what I had not intended to tell anyone this summer. I am head nurse In one of the largest hospitals in New York. This is my one vacation for years. and as rnnot well. I wanted to get away from the old routine for awhile-to forget my self. But see how impossible that Is. You forgive me for laughing. don't your?
 becoming a trained nurse myself; hence Miss Newell. after her avowal, assumed a new interest for me. With youthful indiscretion proceeded to do just what she had been avoiding-to lead her mind back to her work. She. filled with the love of her calling. easily fell into my snare. Quite unconscious of her late resolutions, she was soon pouring forth many of her experiences into my will ing ears. After awhile. as memories began to throng, she paused for several mo- ments. and her face saddened,
 My dear child" she finally con- tinued, If you should ever become a xx,tIr be confronted with that will remain grows somewhat deadened to physical sufferings: and then there Is always
 something one can do in such cases. T recall now one of the saddest
 scenes I witnessed during the Spanish
 war had charge of the nurses on the
 first hospital ship that was sent out to Cuba. You remember how. at that time
 it was a fad of the society girls to go out as nurses to the soldier boys On our ship we had a wealthy young lady
 Miss C-of New York. acting as nurse
 She was a gloriously beautiful woman
 with a queenly way of doing things ever
 If 1t were but dropping the medicine. | You read. of course, about the great
 number of poor fellows brought aboard
 our ships the day of the battle of Sar Juan. An! but we were busy that day
 Late in the afternoon a young soldier
 was brought to the ship with bullet through his left side. He was a great
 big handosme fellow with silky blond
 hair and delicate features. I saw al
 once that he had no chance. We dressed
 his wound and made him as comfortable
 as possible, but he sank into a coma
 from which he never aroused.
 "The beautiful New York girl I told you of was sent to me for some instruc-
 tions. When she came in where I was
 standing by the cot of the dying man
 she suddenly grew deathly white. reeled
 and fell on her knees beside him with a
 pitiful cry. She kissed his hands, call l ing out: Harold. Harold" She seemed
 crazed; and while she was agonizing
 over him he died"
 | Miss Newell closed her story abruptly
 with sad little drop In her voice at
 the last words, and neither of us broke
 the silence for space. She was back
 amidst the scene of her busy life. and
 I was meditating on the strange coin
 cidence by which had heard the sequel
 to Frauleins story of a cold-hearted American