The Ontario Argus. (Ontario, Or.) 1???-1947, 1922-09-14
NURSE AND PATIENT
BY ROSE DAVIDSON

lie IHOre LeOu ASnley lOOkeu INTO
the lights opposite the more like grin
ming face they seemed until the whole
thing got on his nerves. He pressed
his hands to his burning forehead
"Why did they move me out here?" he
muttered.
one by one the white -garbed nurses
rose from the benches where they had
been sitting, all taking what they be-
lieved to be the last look at the strange
man whose identity was still unknown
to them, yet whom they had all learned
to reverence. They were leaving him
alone to stare out at the city lights,
the city that belonged to his people
and to him.
Once he had held himself erect at
the thought of the royal blood he pos
sessed, but now, somehow, after living
close to his fellowmen in bitches and
dugouts, he felt that he~wa going to
share that pulsing life, that an ordered
existence was going to make him what
he had been, just puppet of the peo-
pie, who must act, year in and year
out, as his royal family had done, and
the nerves of his face ached with in
tolerable agony as he thought of the
happiness within his reach, the love
that might have been part of his life.
From the room opposite there came
the faint strains of song, which
stopped altogether as the singer
pushed the door open wide and crossed
the balcony to where the stranger was
sitting. "COme, come, is this the way
you celebrate your release?' the little
nurse exclaimed.
The man continued to gaze straight
out before him-not at her, for he felt
that if he looked at her all his forti-
tude would give way.
She drew a chair close to his. &c.
didn't mean to make light of your de-
parture," she said softly.
And still the soldier sat, moodily and
taciturn. He was handsome as the
men of the royal family had always
been, with bearing which caused men
and women to follow him with their
eyes.
The little nurse leaned closer TO him.
"There seems nothing to say except
'Good-by," she said softly.
Leon Ashley turned quickly. "Helen,
l don't want to leave you," he ex-
claimed.
A flush suffused her face at his.
words.
"Forgive me-" he said. There was
sob in his throat as he spoke.
"For what?" she asked, and as she
spoke she put her hand on his brown
hair as a mother might have done. Her
voice was infinitely sad and tender,
"Forgive you for caring?" she asked.
"Oh, but you do not understand. This
is tile end for u.s."
She grew suddenly pale.
"I wanted you to love me-" he con.
tinued. II wanted it from the first,
but knew that when left here every
thing would be over for us Il knew !
was contemplate cad to encourage
your friendship, but as time passed !
learned to care so much that thought
of nothing else"
The little nurse looked lnto his eyes
81 believe you" she said slowly, land
it makes me happy. Please do not
pity me. | have known all along ]
recognized you the first day when you
were brought in so very ILL.," She
stopped suddenly and sat very still.
He reached his arms toward her, but
she drew back.
"Its such a wonderful thing to live
simply as l have done during this war;
he went on finally; "such a wondrrfu
thing to be loved for oneself alone. ]
can never really live again-lt will be
like acting part in play-rising in
my fathers kingdom, marrying one
whom the family selects, no doubt, and
always dreaming of you, Helen, and
that life and love | might have had
"Ah, don't" she cried, putting out
her hand as though to ward off blow
Don't say 1t, don't even think 1t. Sor'
row is no new thing to me, though ]
am young, but / do not question 1t. ]
shall never regret having known and
loved you" She paused moment
"When there Is some terrible thing in
life to do, 1t Is best to do 1t quickly
Good-by," she said, putting out hei
hand.
II could not touch your hand. If ]
did, | could not let you CO." she heard
him saying softly.
The little nurse turned and left him
walking quickly along the narrow
halls. The feeling Of death was upor
her. She hurried on to her room ir
the house opposite. She had giver
him great honesty always, she woulc
give It to him until the end. He knew
that she suffered. but she desired him
to know as well that she was brave
that her spirit was unconquered, that
she would do something rather thar
weakly suffer In Intellectual rebellion
She lighted small candle, as she
had done for many weeks and, holding
II In the window, with her head hefc
high, waved her good-by, and across
.t,a lfatonna cha had nnvprpH she knpM