The Pickens sentinel. (Pickens, S.C.) 1911-2016, 1916-12-21
CHAPTER VI.

CHAPTER VI.
| Operations were over for the after
noon. The last case had been wheeled
out of the elevator. The pit of the op-
Grating room was In disorder--towelS
everywhere. tables Of Instruments.
straming sterilizers. Ordcrlies were
going about, carrying out linens. empty.
ing pans. At n table two nurses were
cleaning instruments and putting them
away In their glass cases. 1rrisutors
were being emptied sponges rccounted
and checked off on ritten lists.
In the midst Of tn. confusion, Wilson
stood giving last orders to the inferno
Mt his elbow. AS he talked he secured
his hands and arms with small
brush: bits Of lather few off on to the
! tiled floor. His speech was incisive,
vigorous. AT the hospital they said his
nerves were iron; there was no let
down after the days work. The in
ternes worshiped and feared him. He
was just, but without mercy. To be
able to work like that, SO certainly,
with so sure a touch, and to look like
Greek god. Wilson's only rival
gynecologist named O'Hara. got re-
suits, too: but he sweated and swore
through his operations. was not too
careful as to asepSiS, and looked like n
gorilla.
The day had been hard one The
operating-roOm nurses were tagged.
Two or three probationers had been
sent to help clean up. and n senior
nurse. Wilson'S eyes caught the nurses
eyes as she passed him.
! Here, too. Miss Harrison he said
gayly. Have they set YOU on my trail ?"
/ With the eyes of the room on her.
the girl answered primly:
"1'm to be in your office in the morn.
ings, Doctor Wilson, and anywhere ]
am needed in the afternoons"
"And Your vacation?"
II shall take it when Miss Simpson
comes back"
Although he went on at once with
his conversation with the inferno, he
still heard the click of her heels about
the room. He had not lost the fact thnt
! She had flushed when he spoke to her.
The mischief that was latent in him
came to the surface. When he had
rinsed his hands. he followed her car.
rying the towel to whore she stood
talking to the superintendent Of the
training school.
Thanks very much. Miss Gregg" he
said. Everything went off nicely"
he was in a mngnnnimous mood. He
smiled ut Miss Gregg. who was elderly
ana gray, but visihly his creature.
"The sponge list, doctor"
He glanced over it, noting accurate.
ly sponges prepared. used. turned in.
But he missed no gesture of the girl
who stood beside Miss Gregg.
"All right" He returned the list,
THAT was mighty pretty probationer
I brought YOU Yesterday
Two small frowning lines appeared
between Miss Harrison's dark brows.
He caught them, caught her somber
eyes too, and was amused and rather
stimulated.
"She is very young
"Prefer 'em young" said Doctor
Max. willing to learn at that age.
, You'll have to watch her, though. You'll
have all the internes buzzing around,
, neglecting business"
Miss Gregg rather f1uttered. She
was divided between her disapproyal
or internes Mt all times and of young
probationers generally, and her ale
glance to the brilliant surgeon whose
word was rapidly becoming law in the
hospital When an emergency of the
cieaning-up called her away, doubt
still In her eyes, Wilson was left alone
with Miss Harrison.