Love Stories

hing that bourne to which no traveller may take with him anything but his sins-and this with Billy Grant meant consid

rse, who was at that moment shaking a thermometer: "Come on-be a sport! It's only a matter of hours." Not that he said it aloud-he whispered it, and fought for the breath to do even that. The Nurse, havi

undred and six all the foreign thoughts, like seeing green monkeys on the footboard and wondering why the doctor is walking on his hands-all these thin

ise a way to keep them out of his property. And, having studied law, he knew no will that he might make now would hold against the Li

a threat to haunt the Lindley Grants and otherwise mar the enjoyment of their g

ightly on the edge, holding the patient's arm close to his side and counting his respirations while pretending to be thinking of something else. It was duri

ifficulty, "labours-in a low-g

young, put her ha

sleep,"

t. "I'll-I'll be a-long time-dead. I-I

hing in the w

ich would never do-being unprofessional and likely to get to the head nurse; so,

hree, four,

. "Only for an-hour or-two, you kno

the symptom column. And, though she was a Smith College girl and had taken

er under his arm, and the medicines. There were even times-when his fever subsided for a degree or two, after a cold sponge, and the muddled conditi

urse only smiled indulgently and rearran

Doctor, and then stood at the window, looking across at the hospital and feeling very lonely and responsible. It was not a great hospital, but it loomed large and terrible that night. The ambulance came out into the courtyard, and an interne, in white ducks, came out to it, carrying a surgical bag. He looked over at

sked. "You're not-mar

t. Perhaps if I ge

a curious and fantastic medley of thoughts, he evolved something. The doctor, of course! These women had to do what the doctor ordered. He would s

itled to all the nurses and doctors that money could procure-shut away in the isolation pavilion of a hospital, and not even putting up a

itedly. "All he seems to think about is to die and to leave ev

al supper of steak and fried potatoes, sat down on the door

the time-in a predecessor of the very bag at his feet, and he had the fatherly manner that belongs by right to the man who has first thumped one

he had only closed his eyes, hoping to lure one of the monkeys within c

taff Doctor, glancing over his specta

-he wanted me

g a most alluring

m-pulse, respiration-look at that temperature! Ye

there any h

east, I've never

would presently inscribe certain cabalistic characters, to be deciphered later by the pharmacy clerk with a strong light and much blasphemy, and in the other hand a clean towel. The clean towel does not enter into the story, but for the curious be i

y, being very tired and exhausted and under a hideous strain, she suddenly slipped her a

now that Junior Nurses are not supposed to weep over the Staff?" And, getting no answer but a

muffled. "No-nobody else would know wh-what he wante

, which belonged on the Nurse's left arm,

id. "I'm an old man, and I've never got u

ather drearily. "I'm not hungry-th

is white hair, ran a safety pin into his scalp at that moment an

e clean-washed of emotion, and looking like a benevolent Turk, he entered the sick room. Th

bed, gave the turban a

erfully. "Well, doctor-I guess