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The day book. (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917, December 10, 1912, Image 18

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I By Harold Carter.
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman.)
Nurse Glynn tagped quickly at
'the door of Doctor" Bentley's
.room m the Central hospital, and
then entered without ceremony.
The doctor was seated at his
-table, writing; he had nof heard
i her knock. As she approached
if W
"Have No Fear of That."
he turned round in his 'chair, got
up, and took her in his arms and
kissed her.
"I'nvwanted?" he asked.
"Yes, dear. An emergency case.
A child has been knocked down
by an automobile. His leg is
broken and there are internal in
juries." "Are they getting him ready?"
asked the doctor, slipping into Tij
linen overalls.
"He's being anaesthetized
now," Nurse Glynn answeredj
and kissed him again. "O my
dear, 'how glad I shall be when
Easter comes. Then we shall be
together always no more of
these hasty meetings."
She went out noiselessly, and
Doctor Bentley having completed
his preparations, followed her in
to the operating room. The little "
patient lay upon the glass table,
ready for his scalpel. At the head
sat the nurse, pouring out, from
time to time, a few drops of ether
upon the mask which covered the
lower part of the face. But al
though she watched the boy at
tentively she also watched the
doctor; and she watched him with
some sort of intuitive faculty of
sight, so that, without failing in
her duty, she was as conscious of
him as of the child.
For this was to be the supreme
measure by which she might un
derstand his love for her, whether
strong and abiding, or a pitiful
thing born o loneliness on the
one side and propinquity upon
the other. She was not sure of
him; she could not be sure until
he met the mother of the child on
his way out.
He did not know that this was
his own child upon which he was
operating so deftly. ''His skillful
fingers picked up the shattered
filaments of muscle and flesh,
uniting them for his assistant's
sutures. His scalpel cut into the
bruised tissues, but mercifully,
and only to lay bare the shatter-

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