Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1928-10-18
How Does She Do IT.

FEW minutes past z o'clock
~ Elsie Dale entered the f1rst-floor
"A nurses Office of the Bryant Hos
4 a pital and took the case his
tory of Tommie Wood from its
shelf in the metal desk. Carefully she
marked the temperature, respiration and
pulse of her patient. The senior in
terne, supposedly examining another
case history. noted the vivid natural
coloring of the piquant face, set off so
becomingly by the fresh, stiffly starched
nurses uniform and the soft. dark hair
under the tiny cap. For the thouSandth
time he wondered how she kept that
cap on. She must have long pin stuck
through the posterior fosse of her brain!
Elsie glanced up and DR.. Maynard
became instantly absorbed in the case
history in his hand. But Elsie knew
trust her intuitions for that!
Returning to her room, the superin-
tendent stopped her. THE codeine
ordered for your patient has been sent
down" AS she spoke her keen gray
eyes swept the girl from her head to
foot like a battleship Searchlight play
ing over suspicious craft. Immacu-
late from snowy cap to SpotleSs shoes,
Elsie'S gold M. c. v. pin seemed to
wink defiance at the older woman's
scrutiny.
Il suppose you enjoyed the birthday
dance last night" Miss Jones inquired
with curiosity she could not repress.
II enjoyed it thoroughly" Elsie re-
turned brightly. III get the codeine
right away"
And Elsie, taking the codeine to
Tommy, had put out of her mind COM
pletely the gay dance of the night
no nv
dignif1ed, entered she rose quietly
Tommy seems slightly better this
morning." she said. And the famous
surgeon, his finger on the beating
thread of pulse, nodded agreement.
One night in early Spring, returning
from distant dance Elsie and Archer
Maynard were rolling along at fair
rate of speed in his little Ford coupe.
Suddenly, from out of a palely defined
crosSroad large unlighted car tore
down upon them with roar like the
menace of a cyclone. Elsie checked a
scream. Archer swerved with all his
strength to the right. But the crafty
driven car struck them a glancing
blow broadSide, smashing their mud
guard, shattering the windshield, and
by the force of its impact all but
hurting them over the steep embank-
LIcHC. OIl IL SllOt WITHOUT SlaCkeQlQg
speed, and Elsie dimly made out a man
looking back and family heard the
echo Of curses.
The coupe stopped, quivering, one
front wheel half over the edge, and
stood painting like living thing in
deadly peril.
Hurt, Elsie?" came Archer's voice
with queer note of pain in it. She
gasped for breath, choked back a Sob
mo; are you?"
But the blood squirting over his right
arm was sufficient answer. He had
been thrown forward, his right arm
forced through the broken windshield
and an artery was evidently severed in
the upper arm.
Get out. quick! Remember the
ditch!'
At the side of the road, In the glare
OF their headlights, Elsie tore off his
coat and with shaking fingers hastily
improvised tournequet from his hand
kerchief, knotted, and a bit of stick
to hold it tight. When Archer raised
his fingers from the ragged cut so that
she could adjust the tournequet bright
red blood .splurted like miniature
fountain.
Feel all right" she asked prof.
sionally.
Fine" he answered through white
lips. and quietly tainted.
Elsie continued her bandaging. The