Detroit evening times. (Detroit, Mich) 1921-1958, 1942-12-09

Sverec me NlNtor 70 the
hospital.
Nurse had asked what i was
dong outside now
Looks a. N n would never
sep sucwinE."
KelentleSSly, curtains az makes
whirled down upon The white
Welsh countryside. The small
slate-roofed Welsh town. The stone
hedges 10 the fields the skeleton
woods. the hilis--sll looked over
sized. a. an sirrnsn looks when nc
gets into his padded ryine XII.
The visitor a sturdy Land-SrL
was bundled up IN = thick coat
against the cold. Her face glowed
her rich vitality could combat any
snow. As she threw aside her
green wooden scarf The hcSh oi
her young throat showed warmest
cream
Even the whites al her eyes and
teeth were undulled by the sur
rounding white. For here INSIDE
the hospital all was white, too,
though different white,
The dead-white OF enamel, Of
jspanned ware Amid this panor
the Lsnd-girl looked strangely out
Of place as growing glowing
rose.
She lowered her strong young
voice.
How Is sheF"
quite comfortable" ssid
nurse, with professional cheerful
ness, but tears rose 10 her brown
Celtic eyes. II am glad you've
come, though. She's anxious 10
see you. Something she wants
10 ask you. I'll take you In now.
Margaret"
The Land-girl. who had dragged
on her heavy, snow-ciogged over
shoes in the outer hall, followed
nurse up corridor.
They passed through a door into
q ward where all the beds were
empty but one at the further end.
A young girl lay there. She
could hardly lift her head on the
pillow, but her eyes turned at the
sound OF approaching footsteps.
Here's your cousin come 10
80 you, dear" said nurse. Then
she turned and went.
The young girl smiled family.
"Eirlys, Eirlys," said Mar
ssret. softly and pitifuliy. "Oh.
EiYlyp, bach"
LOOKS LIKE sNOwDROP
Eirlys is Welsh for "snowdTop"
and the girl who bore this name
looked more like snowdrop than
ever. Shed always been a delicate
and aloof little creature. sweet
singer in the chapel where she
played the harmonium. gentle
teacher OF, the little children in the
Sunday school.
Too good % live" said the
Parish, not rnockingly but be-
cause they believed il 10 be
true: and had IL net turned out
to be- the truth!
For now Eiriys Law here in the
Cottage Hospital. and life was
ebbinx sway from her as snow
might melt.
Stabbed, her cousin stood and
looked down at her; this was the
first time that Margaret. that
life-loving pagan, had ever seen
ere 50 near death.
Eirfys raised the head that had
dropped on 10 her slight chest,
She opened her eyes They were
n pale-greeny-hazel. There was an
appealing anxiety in them as she
spoke.
Margaret. Wanted TO zee
you
"Yes, love-" said the Land-girl.
HAS A REQUEST
WANTED" the words came
softly. in soft cultured Welsh,
''ts ask you something. Nurses
would aay''Yes, yea They don't
understand. Might forget. You
were always q kind one. You'll
de what ] wish"
Yes, love, frdeed. Any
thing-"
The Land-girl bit her crimson
lipx: she was rent with grief; she
was conscience-stricken. Hadn I
she. Margaret. everything Health.
strength, that Singing-voice Of
which she was proud. her father S
farm that would come TO her,
stock, the valuable old china on
the oaken Welsh dresser, the
stored linen from her grandmother.
But il was not of these things
Of which Margaret thought in that
moment of feeling guilty because
she already possessed almost ev-
erything. Tudor, the young farmer
from BrynglsS, had only been
counting her since EirlyS came tc
the hospital. Eirlys didn't ever
know.
And the Self-torturing fancy
haunted Margaret, that Tudor
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