The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-03-23
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All day. had given him alcohol sponges as often as I dared, and we had kept the saline solution going ev cry hour, but I was becoming fright ened, and when pr. Seuchon came in the evening I asked him to leave me some nitroglycerin.
 '.And won't you come as often as possible tonight, doctor ?'' pleaded for I realized this was the crisis and tha: we had only a fighting chance to win.
 T will come as often as can,y he answered. stbut wounded are arriving constantly hear an ambulance now and he turned to go. stonpine at the door, he said, e.And I may be obliged to have you 1f''
 ttOh, please, doctor,'' I interrupted beseechingIy. don't send for me! l must be here tonightp
 'I will do the best can,'' he replied and turned on his heel and ran down the steps.
 tried to take my patients pulse, but it was so irregular and rapid that his eyes seemed already deeper and hoIlower, surrounded, as they were, by great dark shadows, and his hands, which lay flat on the cover, were so white that they were only distinguish able from the linen by the azure of the veina-
 heard the light ticking of clock on the mantle. I felt that Time, the fugitive, was slipping by and what it's passage might soon bring. I violently put the thought out of my mind. couId not bear it Through those next hours there wasn't a moment but that wasn't doing something every thing known to me-to fight of the dreaded end.
 From 2 o'clock on every few mo- ments my tired eyes sought the clock. was terrified of those awful hours between and 2, and, in spite of all the stimulation dared use, his vital4 lfty was ebbing. Terror overwhelmed me, left me without the power to com bat the tmaginings of death.
 In the violet darkness my eyes met his. and suddenly into them came a new unfafhomabse expresstonl On the drawn white face thought I noticed symptoms of the death agonies, symp- toms sof dissolution already begun and inevitable.l He was winter than the pillow and as motionless. All night I had been turning 1t, as it became constantly wet with dripping perspira- ticn. I was overcoIhe with a sensation of weakness, a sensation of the fatal ity of what had happened and what was about to happen. An immense weight seemed to bear me down. Driv- en by that he1plessness that often makes suffering humanity turn toward a Supreme Power, I fell on my knees, for science and nursing had failed There remained only Gods supreme in tervention. prayed as never prayed in my life. In this hour how futile all my little knowledge seemed rose from my knees with fresh courage to fight on, and a curious presentment came to me that far away in England another woman was sharing with me that silent night vigil and that agonized rayer-his mother.
 T went to the window and looked up tos the starEit heavens. How peaceful the sleeping world lay, in such cruel contrast to the agony with which my soul was wrung!
 My eyes were drawn irresistibl. back to the bed I longed to go there but could not take step. Minutes passed. Thoughts and images fur rowed my brain. By supreme effor I conquered the terror that held m and quickly went to the bed I pu out my hand to touch his forehead, bu the will to do 1t failed me Finalls I held before his lips a little tuft o cotton-held it there with infinite pre- caution The weaving of threa showed the strength of his respiration All my soul hung on those parche lips, which between moments migl render their last breath. I controlle. myself and before trembling place my fingers on the pulse. It was frn CT, stronger. There could be no mi take. 4 little time went by: it seen ed fncalculab1e. I took the pulse agail Without doubt nay patient was better
 Looking up caught with joy tb first pale gray nuances of dawn. Vii the coming of the sunrise Captain Fr. ger weakly-oh, so weakly y-struggIe back to this side of the borderla1 which men call life.
 Then I leaned. half in collaps : against the tall post of the old fas toned bed and wept gently tears joy. for I knew that God had heai my prayer and given me the victory
 
 Farther over toward Belgium a gro of Frenchwomen were establishing hospital They had as their heau nurse 8 young Mile. F., who had been educated in the Presbyterian hospital, in New York Dozens of ty- phoid patients were arriving daily, and she was having some difficulty in mak- ing her untrained French assistants scnderstand the cold bath system of treatment for that disease. In some way she had heard there was an American nufse In our hospital and had sent q request that this nurse be detailed to help her demonstrate the method The colonel sent for me one afternoon and showed me Mile Els letter.
 T think she must mean you, Mile 8leAeau, as you are the nearest ap7 preach we have to an American nurse. I know you would be Of iaestimabIe value. but and he paused and look VI ma1f nnrnan fha nandara while ha