The Kendrick gazette. [volume] (Kendrick, Idaho) 1892-1968, 1908-10-30


"Joor little SOUL" said the surgeon,
"she left it too late, you know, and we
could not do anything. She'll hardly
last through the night, 1 think. Her
face seems very familiar, sister,"
why, Of course, she was our ward
maid before she married two years ago.
She used to come and see me very
often, and always made him out one
Of those noble creatures that only want
a chance-though, all the time l knew
he was just worthless wretch. He
was brought into the accident ward
early this morning. Rather bad
smash-up. 1t seems he broke into one
Of the city churches by some scaffold-
Ing and when he was making of with
the contents of the aims boxes fell
from height on to the aisle.
HE came to see his wife about ten
days ago, and was stufIing her up with
long story that he was going down
into the country to look for work. A
ing!"
"Well, sister, l must be off. Can't
you cOncOct a letter or something to
keep her ignorant? 1t would be too
brutal to let her know about him now"
Sister Evelyn went to her small
sanctum and slipped her tea with a
frown of perpleXity on her sweet face.
The sadness of the great grief Of her
early womanhood looked out from the
soft shadows of her deep brown eyes,
betrayed no bitterness, but rather the
skill in comforts art which had
soothed countless dreary souls in the
long hospital ward.
mo, q wants to see you, sister,
Every well, nurse, tell her I'm COM
ing. and. nurse, just run over to the
mems accident and ask sister if she
can come to me for few minutes"
What is it, Mary?" she said gently,
us a few minutes later she stood by
No. 21's bedside and with skillful
touches arranged the pillows till wan
smile from the pale face assured her
she was comfortable.
| well, little woman. don't hurry
I've plenty of time just now"
"Sister, dear, in case I-shouldn't
get better, I'm fretting so about Bill
He hasn't written yet and he was hop
ing that If he got work in Ashleigh
would get strong again in the country
air. My sisters there, too, and they
are such loves of cottages. Perhaps
I'll get better after ALL" with hope
full glance, but wish he would write
or Bessie would write for him. l fee
I'd sleep easier tonight if had let
ter. Don't let me have the sleepine
draught tonight, sister. There nigh
be letter by the last post, and nurs,
wouldn't bring it then for fear of dis
turbing me-"
i Sister Evelyn, with a world of sor
rowful compassion in her eyes, felt thu
weak pulse running like a stream tina
is nearing its end, and wiped the damn
forehead where the soft curls, that al
ways seemed so incongruous in a work
ing girl, lay matted.
4 III tell nurse to wait q while, ant
} If there's a letter, will bring it to 70,
myself. Perhaps he was waiting til
he had settled everything comfortabl,
before writing. Men don't understan,
what they call our impatient ways
do they? But now you must try an,
get little sleep, else shan't want t
disturb you If the letter comes, and
shall want to know all about it, IT
write to your sister in the morning
l Mrs. Orion, the postoffice, you said
Yes, now take your medicine and res
a while. Nurse, No. p need not hav
the sleeping draught tonight. I'll sc
her myself about 9 o'clock, and II yo
want me, I'll be in the mems acc
dent"
Sister Ursula reported Mary's hus
band, though suffering from a broke
leg and sundry cuts and bruises, to b
quite capable Of writing letter. an
had indeed just asked for writing ms
terials.
William Walton, 1t was evident 9
the first glance. was of very superio