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By Harold Carter.
(Copyright by W. G Chapman.)
"Two bats, six Teeldy bears,
three balloons and six boxes of
lead soldiers," the head nurse
counted- "And a football. Who
wants the football?"
"Johnny Ward," answered
Nurse Blair, half crviner and half
"What ArevYou Going to
With That Football?"
laughing. "Isn't it pitiful, Miss
Nurse Gough set down her pen
cil and the memorandum and
looked at the other wonderingly.
"A football!" she reiterated.
"Then he doesn't realize?"
"No, poor little fellow. Would
you give it to him, Miss Gough,?''
"What would the mother
think?" the head nurse asked, and
then Nurse Blair ceased all pre
tense and dabbed her handker
chief against her eyes openly.
"Let's ask Dr. Keith," she an
swered, and that solved the diffi
culty for the time being.
Johnny Ward was eight years
old and had been in the hospital
for nearly five weeks, ever since
he was knocked down by" the
baker's wagon while playing upon
the street almost in front of the
hospital entrance. He was quite
helpless below the waist, and
would always be so, said Dr.'
Keith, after the operation, unless
Well, miracles had happened
and such cases had got well be
fore. So he said nothing to the
orettv vouner mother who came
day after day, wistful and patient
and always hopeful. Ui late she
had begun to suspect that her
only boy, her stay that was to be
in her later widowhood, would
never leave the building save in a
wheeled chair. But she kept her
fears to herself, and nobody had,
had the heart to tell her.
And Johnny wanted a football
for his Christmas present!
"Well," said Dr. Keith 'gruffly,
"why shouldn't he have one if he
wants it? Isn't there enough
money to buy a football? Why,
I'll buy him one myself. What
sort should he have? What are
they made of? It's a long time
since I was a boy myself," he
added, in self-excuse.
"Why, they're made of pigskin,
aren't they, doctor?" answered
the nurse. "But you don't under-
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