Bryan daily eagle and pilot. [volume] (Bryan, Tex.) 1909-1918, 1916-11-15

geon worked quickly and with few
words, was impatient when she could
not find the things he called for, even
broke into restrained profanity now
and then. She went little pale over
her mistakes, but preserved her dig
nifty and her wits. Now and then he
found her dark eyes fixed on him, with
something inscrutable but pleasing In
their depths. The situation was rather
piquant.
Once, during the cleaning up be-
tween cases, he dropped to person
atty. He was drying his hands, while
she placed freshly-sterilize instru-
ments on glass table.
"You are almost foreign type, Miss
Harrison. Last year, in London bal
let, / saw blonde Spanish girl who
looked like you"
"My mother was Spaniard." She
did not look up.
Where Miss Simpson was in the
habit Of dumping through the morning
in fiat, heavy shoes, Miss Harrison's
small heels beat busy tattoo on the
tiled floor. With the rustling Of her
starched dress, the sound was essen
TALLY feminine, almost insistent. When
he had time to notice 1t, 1t amused him
that he did not find 1t annoying.
Once, as she passed him bistoury,
he deliberately placed his fine hand
over her fingers and smiled into her
eyes. 1t was play for him; 1t lightened
the days work.
Sidney was in the waiting room.
There had been no tedum In the morn
ings waiting. Like all imaginative peo-
pie, she had the gift Of dramatizing her
self. She was seeing herself In white
from head to foot, like this efficient
young woman who came now and then
to the waiting-room door.
doctor Wilson will see you now"
She followed Miss Harrison into the
consulting room. Doctor MaX-nOt the
gloved and hated Doctor Max Of the
Street. but new person, one she had
never known-stood In his white Office,
tall. dark.eyed, dark-halred, competent,
holding out his long, immaculate sur
geons hand and smiling down at her.
Men, like Jewels, require a setting.
A clerk on high stool, porting over a
ledger, is not unimpresslve. or cook
over her stove. But place the cook on
the stool, porting over the ledger! Doc
tor Max, who had lived all his life on
the edge Of Sidney's horizon, now, by
the simple changing Of her point Of
view, doomed large and magnificent
Perhaps he knew 1t. Certainly he stood
very erect. Certainly, too, there was
considerable manner in the way in
which he asked Miss Harrison to 60
out and close the door behind her.
Sidney's heart, considering what was
happening to 1t, behaved very well.
"For goodness sake, Sidney" said
Doctor Max, "here you are a young
lady and I've never noticed it,
This, Of course, was not what he had
intended to say, being staff and all
that. But Sidney, visibly palpitaht,
was very pretty. much prettier than
the Harrison girl, beating a tattoo
with her heels in the next room.
/ Doctor Max, belonging TO the clio 81 Of
man who settles his tie every the ne
sees an attractive woman, thrust his
hands into the pockets Of his long
white coat and surveyed her qulzzi-
cally.
"Dld Doctor Ed tell your"
"Sit down. He said something about
the hospital. How's your mother and
Aunt Harriet?'
VERY well-that Is, mothers never
quite we'll" She was sitting forward
on her chair, her wide young eyes on
him. as that's your nurse from the
hospital here?"
"Yes. But she's not my nurse. She's
substitute
"The uniform is so pretty" Poor
Sidney! with all the things she had
meant TO say about a life OF service,
and that. although she was young, she
was terribly In earnest.
ut takes lot Of plugging before one
gets the uniform. Look here, Sidney (;
II you are going to the hospital be-
cause Of the uniform, and with any
idea Of soothing fcvcred brows and all
that nonsense"
She interrupted him, deeply flushed.
Indeed. no. She wanted to work. She
was young and strong, and surely n
pair of willing hands-that was absurd
/ about the uniform. She had no silly
ideas. There was so much To do In
the world, and she wanted 10 help.
Some people could give money. hut she
couldn't. She could only ofrcr service.
And, partly through earncstncss and
partly through excitement, she ended
In sort Of nervous sob, and, going TO
the window. stood with her back to
him.
lie followed her, and, because they
were old neighbors. she did not resent
It when he put his hand on her
shoulder.
II don't know-of course. II you feel
like that about IT," he said. "wcll see
what can be done. It's hard work. and
good many times II seems futile. They
die, you know. In spite Of all we can
do, And there ARE many things that
IRE worse than death"
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