Northern Weekly Gazette. — 1902-10-04 (Stockton-on-Tees, Cleveland, England)

JAMES STEEL.  =-_-=_" 1"-=.  The Glen-Spey Distillery, situated in the finest Whisky-producing District of Scotland, is the property of W. and A. Gilbey., This Whisky is made entirely from homegrown Barley, and is kept absolutely unblended in His Majesty's Bonded Warehouses to mature, and sold by W. sad A. Gilbey's agents in every town at 38 64 ipsll bottle.  OCIPOBER 4, 1902  BOYS AND GIRLS and all Young People are cordially invited by " DADDY " to join HIS CIRCLE and oontribute to its columns from time to time.  boy was badly injured and sent to the hoepital, where Sister Dora did all she could for him. One day she found him in tears, and at length he scibbed out, "Sister, I threw that stone at you." "Did you think I did not know that?' she replied. "What," he exciladmed. " You knew me and have been nursing me like this?' Poor boy! he did not know that a good wcAnan would never return an injury with anything hut kindness. Sister Dora was the same to everybody. One day a rough man had his arm injured and the dootor said it. must be cut off. He could not bear the thought of that, and he cued out, "Oh, Sio.ter; Nave my arm for me; it's my right arm." Sister Dora asked the doctor to let her try, and although ha said it might mean the death of the Mani she watched that arm night and day for three weeks and saved the poor man his arm.  anp day she got into a railway carriage full of men wlio were swearing dreadfully. She did not know what to do, but at lac:t she got up and rebuked them. They forced her back again, kept. her there, and swore all the hardor, but when she got out at the next station, on of the men called after her "Shake hands, ma'am. You're a good, plucky one, you are. You were right and we were wrong."  All the people got to know Sister Dora, and to love her. When small-pox broke out in the town and it was necessary to have the patients sent to some hospital, none of them would go until Sister Dora promised to go and take charge of it, and then they all went willingly. But no other nurses would go, and there, for some time, she was all alone with patients who were nearly mad with the foul disease. To give you an idea of how even the roughest people admired her, she went visiting in some places where the police were afraid to go. She was going one day into some snob place, with two clergymen, when a policeman came up and asked if he should have more policemen near in case she needed help. But she said no, and turning to the elergyman said, "You must keep close behind me, or you may be killed at once, without me to protect you." One night in the same place some men had been fighting in a public-house and one had been badly injured. Some one saw her passing and called her in. She said to herself, "What does it matter if I am murdered." But to her surprise, when she entered every hat was taken off, and all kept silent while she attended to the man, and until she left. Such, you see, was the power of a sweet disposition and .a bravo heart upon the roughest.  Her end seemed sad. She had an internal disease, which the doctors told her could not be cured. She went on with her work just as usual, and whilst everybody else were almost ready to cry—and hundreds did or'—when they heard that she must soon die, she was just as cheerful as over. The end soon came. and everybody in Walsall attended the funeral—two Bishops, all the ministers for miles around, the Mayor and Corporation. the School Board, to the humblest workmen, who, as I have said, raised a monument to her. I could have written many pages about her work, her oheerfulness, and the love she won from everybody. But I hope I have said enough to show you that it is not great deeds such as get into the newspapers or -fettle talk about, that make others respect and love us. It is when we love everybody that everybody loves us. That is the grand secret.—Your affeotionate