The White Linen Nurse eBook

Eleanor Hallowell Abbott
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 193 pages of information about The White Linen Nurse.
into those that haven’t got any, and yank ideas out of those who have got too many!  Refine them, toughen them, scold them, coax them, everlastingly drill and discipline them!  And then, just as you get them to a place where they move like clock-work, and you actually believe you can trust them, then graduation day comes round, and they think they’re all safe,—­and every single individual member of the class breaks out and runs a-muck with the one dare-devil deed she’s been itching to do every day the past three years!  Why this very morning I caught the President of the Senior Class with a breakfast tray in her hands—­stealing the cherry out of her patient’s grape fruit.  And three of the girls reported for duty as bold as brass with their hair frizzed tight as a nigger doll’s.  And the girl who’s going into a convent next week was trying on the laundryman’s derby hat as I came up from lunch.  And now, now—­” the Superintendent’s voice went suddenly a little hoarse, “and now—­here’s Miss Malgregor—­intriguing—­to get an automobile ride with—­you!

“Eh?” cried the Senior Surgeon with a jump.  “What?  Is this an Insane Asylum?  Is it a Nervine?” Madly he started for the door.  “Order a ton of bromides!” he called back over his shoulder.  “Order a car-load of them!  Saturate the whole place with them!  Drown the whole damned place!”

Half way down the lower hall, all his nerves on edge, all his unwonted boyish impulsiveness quenched noxiously like a candle flame, he met and passed Rae Malgregor without a sign of recognition.

“God!  How I hate women!” he kept mumbling to himself as he struggled clumsily all alone into the torn sleeve lining of his thousand dollar mink coat.


Like a train-traveler coming out of a long, smoky, smothery tunnel Into the clean-tasting light, the White Linen Nurse came out of the prudish-smelling hospital into the riotous mud-and-posie promise of the young April afternoon.

The God of Hysteria had certainly not deserted her!  In all the full effervescent reaction of her brain-storm,—­fairly bubbling with dimples, fairly foaming with curls,—­light-footed, light-hearted, most ecstatically light-headed, she tripped down into the sunshine as though the great, harsh, granite steps that marked her descent were nothing more nor less than a gigantic, old, horny-fingered hand passing her blithely out to some deliciously unknown Lilliputian adventure.

As she pranced across the soggy April sidewalk to what she supposed was the Senior Surgeon’s perfectly empty automobile she became conscious suddenly that the rear seat of the car was already occupied.

Out from an unseasonable snuggle of sable furs and flaming red hair a small, peevish face peered forth at her with frank curiosity.

“Why, hello!” beamed the White Linen Nurse.  “Who are you?”

With unmistakable hostility the haughty little face retreated into its furs and its red hair.  “Hush!” commanded a shrill childish voice.  “Hush, I say!  I’m a cripple—­and very bad-tempered.  Don’t speak to me!”

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