Worcester Democrat and the ledger-enterprise. (Pocomoke City, Md.) 1921-1953, 1941-06-13

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tourniquet on the arm of one of the
children to stop the loss of blood.
This was girl of about six. The
boy was perhaps two years older One
of his legs was surely broken, might
have to come off, Wendy thought.
She bandaged the mangled limb as
best as she could and turned to the
mother. This was more difficult. The
woman had deep cash across her
back and decorations about her face.
Next door Wendy found the dead
and wounded that the man had men,
toned. An old man and a young wo-
man were all that remained of what
had been family of six not many
moments before. With the aid of the
man, she got them all on stretchers
and into the car. That filled it. The
man could sit in front with her.
Where must she take them? In the
excitement of the moment she had
forgotten's Miss Gill's instructions.
Oh, yes, st. Adams. Did the man
know the way?
eyes, Miss. Straight ahead and
the first to your left"
They rolled fast over the road
which was far from good. Wendy
knew that it was better to get her
patients to the hospital, even if she
did jolt them as quickly as possible.
Her simple bandaging would not stop
loss of blood altogether, and there
were at least two emergency opera
tions which must be performed. The
man beside her was silent, holding
a large square of gauze over his
wound. From the inside of the am
bulance came an occasional muted
moan from one or the other of the
wounded.
"Hurry cases." Wendy announced
to the orderly that came out in front
of the hospital to meet the car give
stretcher cases. Picked them up just
after the bombs fell. Get some one
to help you, quick" The man called
and another orderly came on the run,
closely followed by two more and the
doctor.
"Wendy!" the doctor exclaimed,
recognizing this dusty, crimson smear
ed girl as the daughter of his friend
Lady Harrowsdale. She stood at at
tention and saluted smartly. He smil
ed. "You need not be so formal"
"A captains a captain, Sir" She
also smiled, although it was a slight
ly weary smile, and they shook hands.
Lucky you are here, my dear.
haven't bed in the place, not even
for these" He pointed to the wound
ed being taken in. "Nor have I an
ambulance to carry the less important
cases away. I was thinking of send
ing a load down to your mother by
the first car that arrives. Do you
think you might"
"My instructions are only to bring
wounded here, Captain. If you will
phone Miss Gill at Watford, I am
sure that she will give me the neces-
sary orders"
The doctors smile broadened as he
went in to telephone. Was this pos
sibly the unruly little girl he had
known almost since birth? Could
she possibly be one and the same
with this dignified young ambulance
driver of real military aspect despite
dirty face) who only went about
when ordered to do so by her immed-
late superior?
"By George!" he exclaimed. "She's
the same. Discipline when discipline
is needed. That's it, and that's why
England cannot be beaten"
Miss Gill answered the Doctors call
personally. Of course, Wendy could
carry the load of wounded. Her driv-
ers were always happy to serve. But
she was worried. Most of them were
still overdue. She herself had had
several narrow escapes before bring
ing her load to Watford, and she fear
ed that something might have hap
pened to the others. Hadn't the doc
tor seen them? Well, if they came
in would he kindly advise her at once.