Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1917-11-04
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SUPERINTENDENT
By L. HOLLAND.

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 There walked down the gangplanh bridging the little strip of water which bubbled between the great ship and pier blue-eyed, golden-haired little Norwegian girl. No one noticed her no one spoke to her. She had come to the strange country to look for Jan. For long time she had had no word from him. The dear father and mother had died, so Gundrun sold the little moss-roofed home which nestled among the snow-capped hills of her be- loved Norway and had come across the sea to find the dear lover. It all seemed so simple and easy that she almost felt she might see him stand- ing on the pier watching for her. Sure ly everyone would know him. he was so big and handsome, so good and 50 kind and so wise. Oh, no one knew so much as Jan. And from her full heart there rose a little Norwegian song, so wild and free, so weird and sweet-a song of Jan's, one he had taught her, for Jan could write songs, and no greater joy had Gundrun than in singing them.
 Jan was not on the pier waiting for her, and when she asked for him, no one needed her questioning.
 Oh, how strange and cold this new country was-no one knew anyone else, everyone was in such hurry, all seemed so busy-did they ever rest1 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 a crime without prece- dent.> She had received as a proba- tioner Gundrun, the little dining-room maid.
 "And if she gets through her pro. bation and is accepted, shall go,'s' declared the head nurse. '
 "And shall stay," retorted the sur. gerry nurse, for between them was fierce rivalry and they made 1t a point never to agree with one another ip anything. ~ j ! q suppose you think we couldn't run the place without you," sneered the first speaker.
 Mot quite so bad as that, dear" re- turned the other, "but will say, there are nurses in this hospital whose res ignation would be much more readily accepted than mine." This thrust c31ovood ho, ,,}x,ol 1rho ynodn y,v> hos mind, however, that whatever the out come of Gundrun's probation, she, the head nurse, would remain if for no other reason than to spite ''that con. ceited thing" in the surgery.
 The outcome was in Gundrun's ia vor. Quiet, gentle and thoughtful, she proved herself in every way worthy oi the profession and ere long not one among that blue-and-white gowned band of women who fitted about from ward to ward and from bed to bed car rying relief and comfort to suffering humanity, but were glad to have Gun drum their friend.
 Among the patients there was moi one whose eye did not brighten as il rested on the prettily rounded figure the crown of golden hair, the deep blue eyes, so gentle and loving, and yet SC sad. At night, in the dimly lighted halls in whose shadowy depths il needed no abnormally imaginative mind to conjure up many gruesomt sight; in the cold. white surgery, where in the wee, small hours of the proceed ings of the preceding day were all toe wildly pictured on the unusually acute sense; in the long wards witt the narrow, white beds ranged in rowi against the walls, with the dull yellow i light casting. an almost death pallol on the sleeping faces, quiet and sad little Gundrun strangely harmonized as she glided silently along the dim halls, in and out of the gloomy wards freshening a rumpled pillow. moisten ing fever-parched lips, soothing to rest with soft, caressing hand an over wrought brain and pausing to each bedside to assure herself of the com 1 fort of each sufferer in her care, ''Be watchful of the man in number forty" warned the doctor as he said good night. He's threatened with 6 high fever and l want to check 1t il 1 I can."
 When Gundrun finished her roundi she stole into the sickr0om. On the bed lay tall. blond man, his flushed heavily bearded face but half discern ible in the soft light.
 She straightened the disordered bed cooled the hot pillow. bathed tho flushed face and burning hands. and then. seating herself in a little, low chair at the bedside, stroked with soft ! and cooling hand the throbbing brow But in vain. It seemed as if sleep would never again close those burning eyes. Finally she bethought herself of the little Norwegian song-Jan'a song-she used to sing in the dear land she feared she would never see again Sweetly, yet softly, her voice rose and