The log cabin Democrat., 1916-05-13
GRANDAD'S NURSE
By LOUISE OLIVER.

win Wickham and his grandson were reading the morning papers.
 The wide lawn stretched over to a low iron fence, and there began an other wide spreading lawn and then a house. On the porch of this house a woman in white appeared, and with head thrown back to take in the fresh morning air, she started to promenade the gravel walk. Up and down she went, until Mir, Wickham looked up with irritation.
 Look at that trained nurse ever at Pattersons! Why cant she sit down and be Quiet?"
 The younger man, also keenly alive to the presence next door, but with different emotions, looked up casu- ally. Who? Oh, Miss Taylor! Why. I suppose she's out for exercise. She's kept shut up pretty close, 1 suppose. Nice looking grill"
 Nice looking! Perfect doll baby! I've no time for your so-calied profes- sonal nurses, always dolled up in
 
 aprons and things. It's only a pose. How could anyone do any real work in get-up like that?"
 They do it, just the same" de- clared Frank stoutly.
 They pick out the part they want to do all right, take temperatures dab em with alcohol out of a bottle. and keep a chart, while the family hustles to do the other things. Whenever I see the old-fashioned kind with her sleeves rolled up down in the kitchen cooking soups and things to make em well 1 say to myself. Now, there's a nurse!'"
 Frank laughed But you don't un- derstand, grandad. If you want a cook you hire ore, and if you want Pattersons are devoted to Laura Taylor"
 50 you know her name, do you? Seems to me you're getting pretty we'll acquainted.
 T met her the other night when
  the car. explained Frank. I heard one of the girls call her Laura. think she's relative Coming home from church, Frank found himself walking with Muriel Patterson. Laura is leaving tonight she said in her gay little chatterbox manner Mamma is just about as well as ever l thought maybe you could come over to tea. We'd love to have you, and I'll dig up one or two others
 Frank accepted the invitation with alacrity.
 That night, under the soft light of the candles, Frank thought that Laura Taylor, unoffcially clad in dress of sheer pale pink, looked like an angel on the wrong side of heaven. He couldn't take his eyes off her, and after tea, when the others repaired to the library to hear something new of Homer's on the graphophone he whis- pered a request which she hesitatingly granted, a walk with him in the gar den.
 A light was burning in the Wickham house. "Grandad hasn't gone to bed yeti" remarked Frank. That's un- usual"
 T must watch the time,' finally an- nounced his companion. My train goes at eleven and I have to change my dress. By the way, do you know anything about the trains on the F.. ID. and l.. road? l have to change cars at Roxton and the Pattersons have lost their schedule"
 Il have one at the house." returned Frank. Tt will just take me an in. stant to get it. Suppose you walk over with mel
 All right l won't go in, though. can wait on the veranda."
 And so they turned their stcps in that direction. Frank went into the library, and in an instant returned in panic. Grandfather" he cried. T think he's dead! Come quick"
 And so they flew to the old man. who sat still and white in his chair by the table. Laura had his wrist in a sec
  ond. "No, not dead," She spoke hur- riedly Run over, please, and get my bag. It's in the lower hall by the clock"
 In three minutes Frank was back. with the entire family at his heels.
 Wed better carry him upstairs" suggested MT. Patterson.
 No, don't touch him. said the nurse, in quiet, firm voice Frank scarcely knew. T want a glass of wa ter she added. Quietly and quickly she opened the bag, got little black box and dissolved some tablets. Then she rolled back the old mans sleeve and went to work. His heart. she explained. This is strychnia"
 Her hand went again to his pulse and stayed there Now please let us get him to the couch-very easy. now"
 And so old Mir. Wickham got well. Laura didn't take the eleven o'clock