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father and she herself had well-nigh
beggared themselves to start a son
and brother in business. x The latter
had lost the entire inVestment, and
those who had helped him wee
forced to proceed thereafter on an
Edna tried not to miss the old so
cial life. She had never loved, yet.
She felt her girlhood was going by
with something missing out of it.
It was an hour later when Edna,
going down the street on an errand
to a village store, paused and studi
ously regarded a bouquet of flowers
lying on the ground at the' edge of
a field filled with boys playing ball.
They were in the full blaze of the
"My flowers!" uttered Edna, fairly
indignant, as if some cruel, heedless
person had deserted her dearest
friends at the wayside
As she lifted them lovingly from
the ground, however, a little fellow,
a member of the baUplaying coterie,
ran up to her j3he recognized him
as a brother of Miss Reed.
"Oh, please! those are my flow
ers," he advised Edna "that is, my
sisted asked me to take them to a
sick girl. Yes, here is the card with
the name on it." v ,
Edna read the address and readily
comprehended the situation. The
flighty, unreliable Blanche had tired
of her set task and had left its com
mission to. a heedless junior.
"I will deliver the flowers," prom
,ised Edna, and went her way with
that.design in view.
Within the hour Edna Brock for
got Blanche, the doctor and the
thorns of life. All of its sweetness
had come to her in full measure. She
had delivered the flowers at a miser
able hovel to find a little child of
poverty struggling against insani-
' tary conditions, and a burning fever.
It was to her a privilege to serve, a
joy to lift humanity from the dregs
to a higher level of hope and faith
It seemed as though the sweet in-
flnence of Edna had changed a pris
on into a palace. Twice that day she
visited the little invalid. The one
following she gathered up from her
own little store and the donations of
kindly neighbors various articles of
utility and comfort in which the
humble home was lacking. The third
day as she entered the tenement
room she came face to face with Dr.
Trevor, just leaving.
He greeted her with a brightening
eye. In his quiet but earnest way he
commended her for the marvelous
transformation she had made in the
environment of the poor home and
in the invalid. His heart warmed to
ward her and Edna felt a respond
Once again she met the doctor. It -was
t the day when the little child,
singing happily, was able to sit up ,
in bed, past all danger.
All the time Edna had been com
pelled to keep the thorn-injured
hand bandaged. It had pained her
.at times and looked red and swollen.
Now that the strain of her nursing
was over she noticed it more closely
and realifed that it was a poison or
infection injury. She applied a
Blanche had invited her to an
evening lawn party. Her hand pained
her so greatly, however, that she
phoned her friend she w.ould not be
able to go. '
What was Edna's surprise about 6
o'clock when Dr. Trevor drove up in
"What is this I hear," he observed
in his clever, pleasing way; "about
an injured hand and no complaint to
me, who must be your physician
since you have been my friendly
nurse? Dear, dear! you have neg
lected this, Miss Brock," he added, as
Edna shyly showed him her hand.
Dr. Trevor dressed the wounded
member and told Edna he had been
advised just in time. "You also
"need rest and diversion after your
engrossing care of my little patient,"