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Graeve, Oscar (ed.) / Delineator
Vol. 118, No. 6 (June, 1931)

[Continued articles and works],   pp. 66-87 PDF (13.4 MB)


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the things she loved about Dr. Ames's cases.
There were always so many lovely flowers.
The little nurse couldn't afford flowers herself.
Of course later, when the boys got through
school and got to work, and her mother was
better, it would be different. But now she
couldn't feel right about buying flowers. The
next best thing was the joy of taking care of
the wonderful flowers her patients got.
This time there had been no flowers.
THE only color in room 416 was the golden
splash of the Girl's hair on the pillow and
the frothy pink of her neglig6e above the
covers. And the blue robe of the Blessed Vir-
gin who looked down from her frame at the
foot of the bed. The little nurse had to con-
centrate on that blue robe and the tender face
above it a good (eal in those days, for it was
hard to make rooms cheerful without flowers.
More than that, it was strange and mysteri-
ous. Beautiful girls with real lace nightgowns
always had flowers.
The days had gone by with a terrible,
deadly slowness. Slowly the girl had grown
stronger. But just as there were no flowers,
there were no telephone messages and no
cheerful conversations. The little nurse was
very good at cheerful conversation. Usually
by the time that happy day came when she
carried the little bundle downstairs, while the
young father helped his radiant and trembling
young wife into the elevator, she knew the
minutest details of the courtship and the pat-
tern of the wedding dress and even the names
of the bridesmaids.
About this girl she knew nothing.
"For all I know," the little nurse thought
hotly, "she might not be able to say any-
thing except yes and no and thank you."
And today the Girl was going home.
All day her heart beat hotly in her breast
with a terrible excitement. All day she hur-
ried about, wondering.
Surely-oh, surely-but she dared not let
herself think. Why, it just wasn't possible ...
At two o'clock the doctor came. Usually he
was very jovial. Today he was quiet and
hurried. He glanced at the chart. He went
in and looked at the patient. The little nurse
followed him into the hall. Her face was per-
fectly white.
"Mrs. Rolland may go home at four
o'clock," he said. He looked at his watch,
the way doctors can when they want to get
away, as though someone were dying some-
where. "I'll send you a check myself for this
case and I'll want you again in about a week
for another case."
"But," said the little nurse, "isn't she to
"No," said the doctor.  "You get her
dressed and then you may go."
"And-my baby?" said the little nurse.
"I'll see to that later myself, Miss la-
loney," said the doctor.
The little nurse stood a long, long time just
where he had left her. In fact, when she
looked at the hands of the big clock over
Sister Mary Regis's desk it was ten minutes
to three. Very quietly she walked over and
opened the door of 416 and looked at the Girl.
For a long moment the two girls stared at
each other, hot brown eyes and frozen blue
ones. Hot, accusing brown eyes filled with
pain and rage and question and fear. Before
them the frozen blue eyes fell. The golden
head turned. The little nurse turned, too.
She felt very sick. But just before the door
shut behind her, she stopped. The white
restless hand with the diamond and platinum
wedding ring was clenched until the knuckles
were white, and slowly it shifted up to the
white throat and stayed there clutching.
SUDDENLY the little nurse found herself
running down the hall. No one was in the
nursery. Miss Vardon was always off the
floor at this time of the day. Her hands were
shaking but just the same they were sure.
She picked her baby up out of his white bas-
ket and looked down at him for a long min-
ute. The little face-oh, the trusting little
face. Then, with him still in her arms, she
walked out of the nursery and down the
corridor. Sister Mary Regis was at the desk
but her back was turned and she did not look
around.
The little nurse's knees were shaking badly
now. After all, there were her mother and the
boys. If they took away her license- if they
wouldn't let her be a nurse any more, what
would happen to them all? Well, the Blessed
Virgin must look after them.
"Dear Mother Mary-" she said and
opened the door of 416.
She drew back the covers and laid the
little white bundle down on the bed, close to
the priceless lace that covered the young
breast.
"There's your baby," she said.
Then she walked out of the room.
Her sobs burned inside her and made her
head throb, and the white wall of a diet kitch-
en is not the softest place to lay a throbbing
head. She did not know how long it was be-
fore she heard distantly a voice saying, "Nora,
Nora."
One of the student nurses hurried in.
"Nora, the emergency bell is on in your
room," she said. "What in the world-"
The little nurse wiped her eyes on a towel
and ran to answer that bell.
"Oh," she said.
The baby was lying on the Girl's arm, just
as a baby should lie. The blue eyes weren't
frozen any more. They were-the little nurse
couldn't tell what they were. You couldn't
possibly see back of the radiance of them.
But the white throat was quivering horribly.
Her hand reached out and touched the baby's
cheek, very softly. It was her left hand.
There was no diamond and platinum wed-
ding ring on it, either.
"I wonder," said the Girl-she spoke with
terrible difficulty-"I wonder, if you'd mind
staying here. I think I'm going to need you."
The voice failed utterly, then with a choked
funny, hurt sob, she said, "He's so little."
"I'll stay," said the little nurse.
FOUR o'clock.
The door opened.
Through that door, you could see a beau-
tiful girl with a baby softly asleep upon her
arm and behind her a very little nurse with a
terribly white face. You could see two lairs
of eyes, radiant blue eyes and blazing brown
eyes.
Two people, two old people, walked into
the room and shut the door behind them.
The little nurse always tried to forget what
happened after that. She had never dreamed
that people could talk that way or look that
way. Never. And she had been in some pretty
tough places. Once she leaped swiftly be-
tween the Girl on the bed and the face bent
above her. The face that was actually like
a Medusa. And once she got ready every
muscle in her body. She knew exactly what
she was going to do if he tried to pick up her
baby. She would strike and scratch and then
she would grab the baby and run.
"It isn't any use, father," said the Girl.
Their voices had been terrible, but hers was
only as strong as tempered steel. "I'm not
going to give up my baby."
The father said a wicked word and the
little nurse looked swiftly at the picture of
that Mother whose Babe had been born in
a manger to die upon a cross, as though she
expected the man would be struck down.
But the Girl never winced.
"I'm not going to give up my baby," she
said.  "Why-why-he's mine.      I didn't
know it would be like this when I said I
would. Why, think. Somebody might hurt
him. They might not be good to him and-
love him. It isn't his fault. He's got a right
to a mother. Every baby's got a right to a
mother. There isn't anybody else they can
be sure of. Look at him. He's- he's so little."
Sister Mary Regis came. The doctor came.
For a moment the little nurse thought she
was going to faint. But then she looked at
her baby, lying there safe in his mother's
arms, and she lifted her little chin and stared
straight back at Dr. Ames as though he
weren't anybody at all.
Then she walked over to the bed and said
in a clear, small voice, "I'm afraid I'll have
to ask you all to go now. My patient is tired.
There mustn't be any more noise."
And strangely enough they went.
"I'll take my-your baby back to the
nursery now," said the little nurse.
The Girl clutched at him. "Oh, no," she
said and for the first time looked frightened.
"I'll bring him back, dear," said the little
nurse.
It was the little nurse who carried the baby
down to the shining big (Turn to page 74)
BABE IN ARMS
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