Norwich bulletin., 1911-03-25
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 Mollie. 2 said Mts. Goldxhwaite. T fhink mutt ask you Ito TO ito the l10S- pitai Tor me this morning They will expect me to bring them flowers toe day, and hate to disaRp0int them; me inEdoefs You won't 1nind for once, am sure. though you do not like to go there. z .sss
 Well, it's true, do not like to see so many sick fo1ks; but am willing for all that. How could refuse you when you are go kind te me? I'll take the flowers gladly, and perhaps I'll find St Patrick there who can tel? ? It's St. Patrfck's day, you know.' and 8 merry twinkle dn her eye told of Molhe's enjoyment of her joke
 Mrs. Goldthwaite indeed had been kind to the girl ever since she landed, stranger in a strange land. and Mol Hes warm Irish heart responded in devotion to her employer.
 Mrs. Goldthwaite,s friends said she spoiled the girl, but secretly they wished their own maids were as faith full as Irish Molly.
 Now she made Mrs. Goldthwaite comfortable on the couch, and prepar- ed herself for her trip to the hospital It was true the hospital ward did not attract her, and the sights and smells she encountered there were repuEnant to her strong, healthy young life, and she did not approve of her mistress spending so much time there as she did; but she could refuse nothing to so generous an employer, and came into the room equipped for the morn ing walk and took her final directions.
 James will have the flowers all ready for you, Mollie, said Mrs. patient has some. There is one young man there, in whom I am particularly interested. Give him a double DOT tion, and cheer him up, if you can, for he seems very low spirited. The nurse and the doctor both say he might recover if he would rouse him. self, but he appears to lack motive and is not gaining as he should. They will tell you which one I mean. By the way, he is a countrymafl of your own, so you must do your best for him"
 Mollie tossed her head with a re- mark that she had no use for sick Irishmen, and left with promises of speedy return and hopes Of finding the headache lessened as the day wore on.
 \ brisk. walk of no great length soon brought her to tthe doors of the hospital. It was a lovely March morn ing. and the crisp, frosty air quicken ed the pace of most of those who were out for either exercise or pleasure Moil1e stopped only once on the way at sight of some real shamrocks dis played for sale, and purchased some. which she fastened in her coat in hon. or of the day. and hastened ito make up for lost time
 When she entered the hospital ward with her basket Of flowers she made a pretty picture. She was a true Irish type, with black hair and deep, blue eyes. the bright color in her cheeks enhanced by the frosty air, and if any regretted her coming in Mrs. Goidth- waite's stead. they were greatly in the minority. Passing through the ward each sufrefer received gift of flowers accompanied by a cf1eery word and smile, and at every bedside she left 8 delightful sense of grateful remem- brance.
 She needed not to be told of the special patient to whom she hadsbeen directed, for his listless face scarcely changed, even when she laid the flow CTS beside him. 4 mechanical Thank you,' came .indinerentfy from bis lips but suddenly-llis expression changed.
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