Middletown transcript., 1911-03-18

Doctor Newell stlrreG q pOWuer
into q half tumbler of water
slowly. His level brows were
slightly drawn.
You always liked her, The
head nurses tone was tinged
with a dash Of gentle raillery.
Newell was the youngest surgeon
at st. Clements Hospital, as
we'll as the best looking. She
had known him since his training
as intern there. Now he was on
the staff, and in spite OF his
reputation as leading surgeon in
Hampton there was still some
thing about him that reminded
her forcibly, of the shy, proud
Southern lad who had come North
for his medical training. More
than one Of the young nurses had
colored under his steady glance,
but not one had ever brought
even a look Of interest to his
eyes until Amy Lowering came.
And it troubled the head nurse.
She isn't at all fitted for a nurse
by temperament, Doctor, she
went on. 1t really has been a
trial for the rest of US. She does
not like discipline.
The corners of the doctors
firm mouth twitched dsuspiciously.
He knew by experience that Miss
Lowering did not like discipline.
And she argues with the doc
tors over their orders.
I know il, laughed Newell out,
right. / heard it going for old
Barnes the other morning over
his fever patient. Barnes sticks
to the old school No water for
a fever patient. And she brought
q quart bottle Of mineral water
in, and gave it to the man every
time he wanted it. Barnes very
nearly had a stroke when he saw
the bottle.
She took the little girl in Num-
Der 12 out of bed last night, and
walked the floor with her until
she fell asleep, and the wound
from the operation is not healed
yet. 1t might have injured her
badly.
Not the way Miss Lowering
carried her, Newell said quickly.
l saw her.
Did you speak in her favor
with the board?
No. His tone was rather low.
/ urged that she was not suited
to the profession.
The head nurse turned her
head. Standing in the door of
the laboratory was Miss Lover
ing, and she heard the doctor S
last words. Her head, with its
coquettish cap all little frills and
bows, was tilted higher than
usual, but there was surely a
panied, surprised look in the
great dark blue eyes as they met
the doctors glance. She waited
until her prescription was filed,
and went out without a word.
And after her went Newell. Just
at the turn Of the upper hall,
where the sunlight poured down
from the solarium skylight, he
stopped her.
Amy, ! want to speak to you.
But I won't listen. She turned
quickly, her eyes bright with
unshed tears. You urged that !
was not suited to the profession,
didn't you? After pretending to
help me, and to be good friend
all the time / have been here on
probation. And you knew just
what it meant to me to pass.
You told me you did not like
the life.
Neither do I the way you doc
tors run it 1t is one long horror
of suffering, and precious little
to show for it. Old Barnes had
an operation the other day on
poor woman, and went down
after it was over, to her husband
waiting in the reception-room.
And he told him it had been a
very successful operation in
every way from a asurgical stand
point, but the woman was dead.
/ saw her die. He was lecturing
to q lot Of interns, and the heart
action stopped. He said he did,
MT know she had heart trouble.
And that child, that child that
Baldwin operated on without
giving an anesthetic at ALL can
hear her shrieks yet. Haven't
they any Judgment? Can't you
study the individual a little as
well as the science of the thing2
Not like itiI'd love to help allevi
ate pain and nurse them back to
health, Ilove it, but hate it all
here.
Yon are too emotional for tho