The Washington times., 1937-01-15


But I don't!" protested Paige
sincerely. "Quite to the contrary,
never knew an operating nurse
with a more authentic talent for
surgery. II I hadn't told you so,
it's only because don't bubble
over"
Gust one-you did" she NUT
tered, with averted eyes. 'Remem-
Der the day we did the little Nor
ton boys osteo Sarcoma?"
eyes," he replied reminiscently,
"that was the worst one I ever
saw. The little fellow didn't have
one chance in a thousand, did hep"
She sighed, rose, and moved
slowly toward the door, heSitating
there for a moment.
Perhaps it would be better all
around if I left Parkway, DR..
Paige" she hazarded.
'T don't see the necessity Of
that" He had risen and stood
facing her. "You are needed here" p"
he continued, in tone of cha[
lenge. MY God, woman, aren't
you big enough to understand that
our profession is more important
than our personal desires, and gets
right O. way over everything over
everything, I tell you! Stay
and play the camel"
She studied the floor, tugging at
her lip with agitated fingers.
"You saw my cards." she said
morosely. cit isn't fair"
'Nonsense!" Scoffed Paige. IT
wasn't looking. I don't even know
what suit was trump. Look here
you've been working too hard.
And the whole business has got
on your nerves. I'll tell DR.. Endi-
colt you need week in the coun-
try"
Thanks" she said listlessly.
There's no need of that. And
I'll stay-f you're sure you want
me TO-"
Paige smiled his satisfaction.
You're a credit to the hospital"
he declared warmly. "It's the
proper spirit. knew you had it"
When she arrived at her room
that night, Frances Ogilvie found
three dozen ong-stemmed Ameri-
can Beauty roses bearing Paige'S
card. It was a mistake, as he dis.
covered next day. If he reflected
afterward, he had wanted to send
her some token of his regard for
her excellent Sportsmanship in a
trying position, he should have
given her a new clinical thermom-
eter in a gold case, Or '"The Life
Of Osler," or dated, candied, de
luxe egg.
Miss Ogilvie was, as Paige had
conceded, an exceptionally able
operating nurse, but-long before
that-She was a woman. She
would make a courageous effort
to play the game, but she couldn't
abandon her belief that hearts
were trumps. So-the roses, which
had been intended to symbolic
their friendship on a safer foot
ing had not cleared the air at all.
Newell Paige came to dread the
necessity for working in the
laboratory where he was almost
sure to be brought to bay. Keenly
interested in bacteriology. he had
enjoyed nothing better than mi
croscopical research, but no
sooner would he be lost in his
scientific problem than Frances
would Saunter in to bend over his
shoulder, ruthleSsly reckless as
she pressed closely against him.
He was forever humping into her
in the corridors. She was at his
heels until the whole place buzzed
merrily. At length he had been
obligd to be almost Surly with her
to shut off the insufferable smiles
and winkS.
Every we'll" she agreed tartly.
strictly business, then, from
now on You wouldn't know
how to be kind, anyhow-except
possibly to your dog"
Confused and defenseless. Paige
had replied, abSurdly, well
Sylvia is a good dog"
Mrs. Lawrence Dexter's day
nurse, Bunny Mather, obediently
but unrewardedly studied DR..
Paige's face as he entered the
room.
Bunny had been given a diff.
cult assignment. 1t had been Sug-
gested to her that she endeavor
to discover the nature Of DR..
Paige peculiar interest in her
wealthy and prominent patient.
She had so much wanted to
please Miss OgilWe, whom she
admired to the extent of at
tempted imitation. Miss Ogilvie's
fleeting smile, executed with half
closed eyes and a whimsical little
pout, had cost Bunny several long
sessions Of privata Sn1irkinR be-