Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1917-03-22

to request to have Sidney in the oper-
atips room. He wanted her with him.
and he wanted her to see him ut work:
the age-Old instinct Of the male to have
his woman see him ut his best.
The deepening and broadening Of
Sidney's character had been very no.
ticeable In the last few months. She
had gained in decision without becom-
ing hard: had learned to see things as
they are, not through the rose mist Of
early girlhood; and. far from being
daunted. had developed a philosophy
that had for its basis God In his heaven
| and all well with the world.
But her new theory Of acceptance
did not comprehend everything. SGhe
was In n state of wild revolt. for in-
stance. rs to Johnny Rosenfeld. and
more remotely but not less deeply con.
cerned over Grace Irving.
But her revolt was to be for herself
too. On the day after her appointment
to the operating room. she had her
half holiday, and when, after a restless
night, she went to her new station, it
IA to learn that Wilson had been
called out Of the city in consultation
and would not operate that day.
O'Hara would take advantage Of the
| free afternoon to run in solne odds and
ends Of cases
The operating oom made gauze that
morning, and small packets of tam
pons: absorbent cotton covered with
sterllized gauze. and fastened togeth-
er-twelye, by careful count, in each
bundle.
Miss Grange, who had been kind to
Sidney In her probation months, taught
her the method.
Used instead of sponges," she ex.
planned. IF you noticed yesterday,
they were counted before and after
each operation. One Of these missing
is worse than a bank clerk out a dol.
lar ut the end of the day. There's no
closing up until it's found!'
Sidney eyed the small packet before
her anXiously.
what a hideous responsibility !"
she said.
From that time on she handled the
small gauze sponses almost reyercntIy.
The operating room--all glass. white
enamel, and shining nickel plate-tirst
frightened, then thrilled her. 1t was
as If, having loved Il great actor, she
now trod the enchanted boards on
which he achieved his triumphs. She
was glad that it was her afternoon off,
and that She would not see some lesser
star-OIlara, to withdrawing his
place. iSut Max had not sent her any
word. That hurt.
The operating room was a hive of
industry, and tongues kept pace with
fingers. What news Of the world came
in through the great doors was trans.
lated at once into hospital terms.
What the city forgot the hospital re-
h1NiAptat'. ~ tt'h ulj liIc NllSlt TIE
toWn left 1t at it's gates, and carried
it on or saw it ended, rs the case might
be. So these young women knew the
ending of many stories, the beginning
Of some; hut Of acne did they know
both the first and last, the beginning
and the end.
by many small k~indnesses Sidney
had made herself popular. And there
was more to 1t than that. She never
shirked. The other girls had the re-
spect for her Of n honest worker
for another. The episode that had
caused her suspension seemed entirely
forgotten. They showed her carefully
what she was to do; and, because she
must know the "why" of everything,
they explained as best they could.
1t was while she was standing by the
great stcrilizer that she heard, through
an open door, part of a conversation
that sent her through the day with
her world in revolt.
The takers were putting the an.
esthetizing room in readiness for the
afternoon. Sidney, waiting for the
time to open the sterilizer, was busy for
the first time in her hurried morning,
with her own thoughts. Because she
was very human, there was a
little exultation In her mind. What
would these girls say when they
learned Of how things stood between
her and their hero. Not shameful,
this: the honest pride Of q woman In
being chosen from many.
The voices were very clear.
She's eating her heart out"
do you think he has really broken
| with herr"
Probably not. She knows It's com.
ing; that's all"
Sometimes I have wondered"
80 have others. She oughtn't to
be here, Of course. But among so many
there is bound to be n now and then
who-who isn't quite"
She hesitatcd, at a loss for a word.
odd you--did you ever think over
that trouble with Miss Page about the
medicines? Tint would have been
easy, and like her"
"She hates Miss Page, Of course. but
I hardly think II that's true, II wns
nearly murder"
There were two voices. q young one.
full Of soft southern infections, and an