Evening times-Republican. [volume] (Marshalltown, Iowa) 1890-1923, 1913-07-15

smsared hands. and rocked - and fro
In awful abandonment e gr1el.
Tho danger vas over now. the men.
acc Of evil In ne night han vanished.
felt an immense relief. with hands
vet, mouth parched. knees shaking.
and great need Of tears. ! knew the
strain had been beyond endurance. but
now It was gone. although velvet
darkness closing round me. black night
swinging round me, sickness-I must
mot faint, when ! had to Tight. to keep
command. to sst an example worthy
.of Jesse's wife. And there was sit,
ting IN my chair. with drops Of sweat
forming and pouring On my forehead
Billy. cropping ON the door ct my feet.
had found and lighted the candls. and
was holding the dame In the palms Of
his hands till Il steadied and blased
up clear. "Buok mp. missus." he was
saying. "Cheer-oh. Don't let EN- know
you swooned. Grab on to the cross.
and make It proud Of you. That's
right. Laugh, mum! Taught Wish'd
I'd half yer grit"
I had como 70 myself and only Billy
knew. who was loyal. AZ tho candle
blased up saw the Chinaman Glib
bsring like some toothless mask Of
yellow india-rubber. but that nurse
still kept up her silly screaming. I'M
til ordered her to shut her mouth.
which she did IN sheer surprise.
There lay Polly prone across the
doorway on her face, racked with con-
vulsive sobs, until feeling. suppose.
the lashing rain on her back, she rose
on hands and knees like some forlorn
Wild animal crawling to shelter, while
behind her stretched trail of wet
and blood. I stared until in shame she
sat up. still for all the world like
an animal lost to human feeling, and
to woman's dignity, until a. she looked
at me . wan shamed smile seemed to
apologize. She sat back then against
the log wall, limp, relaxed with weak
o0os.
Nurse" I called, still with my gaze
on Polly, "this woman Is wounded.
You are . nurse. You claimed to be
nurse"
But Miss Panton INDUCED in hys-
'terics, 90 turned to Billy. run into
the house. get the hip bath, warm
water. blankets. bandages."
aye, aye. num-" he touched his
forelock. and swinging tho Chinaman
to his feet: "Come along. SAM he
grunted, and hustled him of on duty.
Polly looked up. trusting me with
her tawny bloodshot eyes. Her voice
was q dreary hoarseness. demanding
liquor. But with an open wound. to
quicken the hearts action might be
fatal, and Polly knew well 1t was no
use pleading. Instead Of that she
pointed at the nurse. and said, Send
that away"
turned upon Nurse Panton who sat
forsaken and ostentatious In her cor
ner. Co.. said. "and make beef
tea"
eni6.
took her by the shoulders. and
marched her out Of the room, while
Polly gr;nned approval. came back
and asked where she was wounded.
She pointed to the left hip. but I dared
not remove any clothing which might
have caught and sealed the how of
blood. A sole diet of alcohol and
months Of neglect had made her condi.
ton such that / shrank from touching
her.
$50 you're Kate" she lay against
the bottom log Of the wall. head back.
eyes nearly shut, looking along her
nose at me. "Carroty Kate"
Her own tawny hair. draggled, and
hung in snakes. was streaked with
dirty gray.
eye took Jesse" she said In weary
scorn. $50 I ruined him. Then this
Brooke, he fell in love with yer, % l
murdered him. Take everything. give
nothing that's you. Carrots. give
nothin'. That's you, Carrots, give
nothin' away, not even drink And
gave everything.
$50 you're good, and I'm bad: you're
heightened society, and I'm poor
sporting lady. Oh. saw We lift yer
skirt away when ye passed-callins
yerseH Christian, when just one
word Of Christian kindness would
have saved the likes Of me.
EYE needn't look over my head as II
I wasn't there. I'm no fairy, I amt
no dream. I'm facts. and ye'd better
face 'em. Sisters Of Sorrow they
calls US. who gave everything. who
gave ourselves.
"And you good women pride yer
selves in virtue, which amt been
tempted. Your virtue never been out
doors In the rain. gettin' wet. Your
virtue never been starved and froze
or fooled and betrayed. Your colors
amt run, cause they've never been
to the wash. You don't know good
from evil, and you set thar judsin' me
Tears running down yer face, eh:
Tot th!2k yc~ struck It rough when
you came up agin me. Poor Carrots
playin' Christian martyr. done you
good II you know'd 1t. I'm all the
schoolin' you got in real life. walked
70 from dreams to livin'. And you an
me IL women. sisters in pain. ! wish'd
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