Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1915-07-17

widened and the same loo< Of surprise
that the nurse had noted in the sons
gaze was here.
This is Miss Ewing, mother" said
Waring. "She has come to take care
of YOU The doctor has just telephon-
ed that he is on the way to pay you
another visit" He stopped over and
kissed the pale lined face on the pill
low and tiptoed out of the room.
| The maid who had been sitting with
her mistress gave the nurse the paper
with the doctors directions and left
Sylvia alone with her patient
Mrs. Warnings dark eyes followed
tho graceful movements of the new
nurse. One could read disappoint,
ment in her cold glance, and some
bewilderment. At last she spoke:
why did you Gomez"
Sylvia turned a surprised face to
her
Because was sent for-to take
care of you,' she added, with her best
smile.
you won't do" said the patient
coldly.
I'm sorry you don't like me-" fall
tered Sylvia, taken aback.
II like you we'll enough, but you're
too pretty!@
Sylvias hands flew up to her hot
! cheeks. Her eyes flashed and then
she remembered that perhaps her pa
'tient was not entirely responsible for
her utterances
So she made no answer, but went
about her duties, and when DR.. Laid
law arrived he found the sick woman
reposing comfortably.
Sylvia had met him once or twice
in the course of her hospital practice
and she knew him for very able
4, physician. He greeted her pleasantly
and she thought she detected a CLEAN
of amusement in his twinkling glance.
Sylvia followed him to the door as
he was going. She was perplexed.
She related what the sick woman had
said to her, blushing as she repeated
the doubtful compliment. 1T will dis
turb her to have me here" she add
ed.
II hardly think so-we'll try it out,
anyway" he said cheerfully as he
went down stairs.
As the days passed by Mrs. War
ing lost her first animosity toward
! her nurse. But her eyes continued to
follow Sylvia around the 1ooni.
why does she care whether I am
; pretty or not" the girl asked herself
impatiently. "as long as l do my
: duty?"
, It was Waring himself who enlight-
ened Sylvia.
One April morning Mrs Waring,
sitting in chair by the sunny win
dow, watched the girl as she noise
lessly put the room to rights.
where is Miss Young?" asked Mrs.
. Warihg abruptly.
! "Miss Young? am afraid l don't
know who you mean"
"Miss Young is the nurse who has
always attended me-"
Perhaps she was engaged on an
other case"
"No-my son sent for you, Miss
Ewing?"
Eyes, he sent Adolph with the car"
did you ever meet my son before,
Miss Ewing?"
c,.lvia's look of surprise was genu-
no, Mrs. Waring Why do
you ask such question:
Mrs. Waring frowned.
Because you are so pretty" she
said and remained silent.
Sylvia's thoughts were chaotic. Her
position was growing disagreeable.
and she determined to speak to Rich
ard Warning about it. The son Of the
house spent his days in town and his
evenings, when his mother was I'M
! able to see him, were spent among his
books in the library.
It was here that Sylvia found him
that same evening.
MAY have word with you, Mr..
Waring?" she asked timidly, for she
was rather afraid of the handsome re-
served man.
with pleasure, Miss Ewing, he re-
turned cordially. He placed deep
chair for her in front of the fire and
stood leaning with one elbow on the
mantelpiece. "I'm so gratified that
mother has made such progress under
your care. Laidlaw thinks she may
regain the use of her hand and arm"
Il am glad" said Sylvia, with
smiling fash of gray eyes. But I'm
afraid, Mr.. Waring, that your mother
| Is not quite happy with me-" faint
color flickered in her cheeks.
mot happy with you?" he exclaim-
led. THAT is absurd"
| .'She asks me why I came and she
inquiries for Miss Young who has
always nursed her. May ] ask, Mr..