The central record. (Lancaster, Ky.) 18??-current, 1917-10-18
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: LOOKING FOR JAM
BY L. HOLLAND.


huLblcd between the great ship aud
pier bluc-cyed, goldon-haircd little
Norwegian girl. No one noticcd her;
no one spoke TO her She had come
"a the strange country Ia look for Jan.
For 20 long time she had had no word
from him. The dear father and mother
had died, So Gundrun sold the little
mos ~-roofed home which nestled
among the snow-cappcd hills of her be-
loved Norway and had come across the
sea 10 find the dear lover. II all
seemed 50 simple and easy that she
almost felt she might see him stand
ing on the pier watching for her. Sure
~ everyone would know him, he was
81 hig and handsome. So good and ~
kind and so wise. oh. no one knew
~ much rs Jan. And from her full
heart there rose II little Norwegian
song 50 wild and free 50 weird and
Swcrt--a song If Jams. one he had
taught her. for Jan could write songs.
and no greater joy had Gundrun than
in singing them.
Ian was not on the pier waiting for
her and when she asked for him. no
one needed her questioning.
on. how strange and cold this now
country was-no one knew anyone
else. everyone was in such hurry, all
seemed So busy-did they, ever rest?
How unlike the quiet, peaceful home
across the sea,
Indignation held sway among the
nurses of the big emergency hospital,
for Miss Elton. the superintendent,
had committed q crime without prrco-
dcnt she had received rs y proba-
TONER Gundrun. the little dining-rouln
maid
"tnd II she gets through her pro.
hatipn and is accepted. shall ga
declared the head nurse.
"Aud ! shall stay" retnrtcd the sur
gerry nurse. for between them was
fierce rivalry and they made il II point
never To agree with one another in
any hing.
Il suppose you think we couldn't
run the place without You" snrcrcd
the first speaker.
Not quite 81 bad rs that. dear" re-
turned the other. hut will say there
are nurses in this hospital whose res
ignatiun would he much more readily
accepted than mine This thrust
silcnccd her rival. who made NJ her
mind. however. that wha,,ycr the uul.
come of Gundrun'S probation. She. the
head nurse would remain If for DO
other reason than Ia spite that con
critcd thing in the surgery.
The outcome was in Gundruu'S fa-
Nnr Quiet, gentle and thoughtful. She
proved herself in every way worthy Of
the profession and ere long not one
amuug that hluc-and-Whitc .uWncd
band uf women who lifted about from
ward 10 ward and from he'd Ia bed ear
ryiug relief and comfort To suffering
humanity. but were glad to have Gun
d.u. their friend.
Among the patients there was not
one whose cy" did not brighten ~ it
rested on the prcttily rouaieG figure.
the crown of golden hair, the deep blue
eyes, 81 gentle and lowing. and Yet -
sad. AZ night, in the dimly lighted
halls in whose Shuduwy depths is
ntrurd me- ahuormally imaginative
mind Ia cunjure up many n grueSome
sight in the cold. white surgery. where
in the wee. small hours of the procrcd-
iu-S nf the preceding day were all too
yividiy pictured on the unusually
acute SENSE; in the long wards with
IA" narrow. white beds ranged in rows
against the walls, with the dun yellow
light casting an almost death pallor
on the sleeping faces. quiet and sad
little Gundrun strangely harmonizcd.
rs she glided silently along the dim
halls, in and out al the gloomy wards.
freShening Il rumplcd pillow, moiSten-
Ing frycr-parchcd lips >onthiEg Ia rest
with soft. careS>in- hand an over
wrought brain and pauSinS to each
bedside to assure herself # the com
fort Of each sufferer in her care.
BE watchful of the man in number
forty warned the doctor AZ he said
good night Hes Threatened with "A
high fever and | want To check il IL
l can"
When Gundrun finished her rounds
she stole into the sickroom. On the
bed lay n tall, blond man, his flushed,
heavily bearded face but half discern
lille in the soft light.
She Strengthened the diSordcrcd bed.
cooled the hot pillow. hathcd the
flushed face and burning hands, and
then, seating herself in little, low
chair az the bedside, strokcd with soft
and cooling hand the thrubhing brow
But In vain. Ii seemed aS If sleep
would never again close those burning
eyes. Finally she bethought herself F.
of the little Norwegian Song-Jan's
song-she used Ia sing in the dear land /
she feared she would never see again. .
Sweetly yet softly, her voice rose and /.
fell and as She sang her thoughts were
over the sea.
Cnhccded lay the sufferer at her !
side unhecded the shadowy halls, the |
dim wards, the great, strange city |
itself, She wandered again in the /