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A WOMAN'S SACRIFICE
By H. M. Egbert
Nurse Winifred stood beside Mu
riel's cot in the children's ward, wait
ing for the doctor's verdict
"I'm afraid we'll have to send her
home tomorrow," he said at last.
"That hip disease is completely cured.
It has been for weeks, you know.
We've kept the child principally
well, because you have taken a fancy
to her," he said, smilingly.
"I like them all," said the nurse.
"But this little five-year-old poor
little motherless thing! Doctor, I
don't like to think of that father of
hers taking her."
"I'm afraid he's got the law on, his
side," the doctor answered. "Besides,
what's the matter with him?"
"I don't like him, doctor," answer
ed the nurse. "I don't think he's the
sort of man who would be kind to a
"Nonsense!" said the doctor, brus
quely. "Anyhow, she can't stay here
"Just one week longer!" pleaded
"Very well. One week. But no
more," said the doctor, as he turned
Nurse Winifred felt the terirs come
into her eyes. She had mothered Mu
riel Clauson ever since the child had
been brought there by the father, a
year before. The mother was dead;
the father, who came every week,
seemed to like the little girl after his
fashion, but Nurse Winifred did not
like him. Dark, scowling, sullen, he
never noticed her, never did anything
but sit by the cot side and glower at
his child, who was plainly almost
afraid of him.
When Muriel learned that she was
to go home with her father in the
near future she was heartbroken.
"Promise me you'll come too,
nurse," she pleaded. And Nurse Win
ifred, to save the child' a week of
heartbreak, promised that she would.
She broke the news to the father
the next day. He only glared at her
morosely. She found herself won
dering whether he would know how
to care for the child, whether there
were any women in his family. He
was a maker of stained glass, she had
learned, and lived in two or three
poorly furnished rooms in an un
fashionable, rather Bohemian part of
the town. Still, a father has rights.
But Nurse Winifred felt that it would
be scandalous to let the child -go to a
He Only Glared at Her Morosely
home where there would be no wom
an to care for it
"I suppose you will get someone to
look after the child," she suggested.
"I am capable of looking after her,"
answered the father.
"But you want a woman to care
for her. You canJfUooS after a child
"111 have no woman in my home,"
he almost shouted at her.
"You'll have to," answered Nurse
Winifred deliberately. "Otherwise
you shall not get possession of the.
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