Love Stories

ght he would get out of bed. But his feet would not move. This was absurd! One's feet must move if o

he Nurse heard him. She was sit

asked softly,

ice was stronger

rants. The Nurse took his temperature and went out into the hall to read the thermometer, so he mi

ly Grant querulously. He was so comfortable himself and sh

comfor

t?" The Nurse rather flushed at this. "Why don't you li

ot to-

epressed. He was too comfortable. He was breathi

ou are. Perhaps in a night or so you'll be over there again, sleepin

eas

be sterilised or

This ve

ow." He was apologetic; under her hand his own burned fire. "I-

ut w

our marr

say?" She h

if you were. You're no

you must

new it amounted to anything she would refuse, and the Lindley Grants-- "And when I-you know-- I want to leav

the brother. This in itself was wrong and against the ethics o

y to sleep, shal

d wh

Bible, if you

ventional thing; and if it makes you feel any bet

d, soothing him like a fretful

ight. Across the courtyard the windows were dim yellowish rectangles, with here and there one brighter than the others

and the light touch of the tulle had pressed her hair in damp, fine curves over he

or less of a machine. Too much sympathy is a handicap to her work and an embarra

unior

ave been forgiving the Lindley Grants-which story does not belong here; should have been asking for the consolation of the church, and trying to

move his legs, and, failing this, to plan a way to achie

pajamas and shot a hypodermic into Billy Grant's left arm. Billy Grant hardly noticed. He was seeing Mrs. Lindle

gone-too much booze probably. I'

d oxy

ed and tied the cord of his bathrobe round him more securely. "I guess you'll be glad to get back," he observed,

echo of his slippers on the asphalt had d

y Grant. "How long ha

ly not talk and

ve got to do all the talking I'm going to do right

vaguely. This was like no deathbed she

I read

thank

ion but that, when the Nurse's mother gave that inscription to the jeweller, she was thinking of the day when the Staff Doctor had brought the Nurse in

ns, remarked that if it would ease the Nurse any he'd

hat I think-he'll pass me. But-i

ilver communion service well lost for the sake of a dozen derelicts in a slum mission house, Billy Grant sent the Nurse out to prepare a broth he could no longer swallow, and proceeded t

by panting breath, her resolution wore away. He was not delirious; he was as sane as she was and terribly set. And this thing he wanted was so easy to gr

sponse to his pleading eyes the Nurse, kneeling and holding a thermometer under her patient's arm with

courtyard floated in and a dirty sparrow chirped on the sill where the Nurse had been in the habit of leaving crumbs. Billy Grant, very sl

I could see Lin's face wh

the Bible from the tu

very softly, "if I rea

very shoebuttons, Billy Grant was asleep-asleep with the thermome

as still holding the thermometer in place. She

tly. "The boy is happier, and you are none

ster, who had come across the street in a ragged smoking-coat and no collar,

e of his derelicts, in his shirtsleeves, was sweeping the pavement. There, mindful of the fact that he had come