The Primrose Ring eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 142 pages of information about The Primrose Ring.

Saint Margaret’s Free Hospital for Children does not belong to the city.  It was built by a rich man as a memorial to his son, a little crippled lad who stayed just long enough to leave behind as a legacy for his father a great crying hunger to minister to all little ailing and crippled bodies.  There are golden tales concerning those first years of the hospital—­tales passed on by word of mouth alone and so old as to have gathered a bit of the misty glow of illusion that hangs over all myths and traditions.  They made of Saint Margaret’s an arcadian refuge, where the Founder wandered all day and every day like a patron saint.  Tradition endowed him with all the attributes of all saints belonging to childhood:  the protectiveness of Saint Christopher, the tenderness of Saint Anthony, the loving comradeship of Saint Valentine, and the joyfulness of Saint Nicholas.

But that was more than fifty years ago; and institutions can change marvelously in half a century.  Time had buried more than the Founder.

The rich still support Saint Margaret’s.  Society gives bazars and costumed balls for it annually; great artists give benefit concerts; bankers, corporation presidents, and heiresses send liberal checks once a year—­and from this last group are chosen the trustees.  They have made of Saint Margaret’s the best-appointed hospital in the city.  It is supplied with everything money and power can obtain; leading surgeons are listed on its staff; its nurses rank at the head.  It has outspanned the greatest dream of the Founder—­professionally.  And twelve times a year—­at the end of every month—­the trustees hold their day; which means that all through the late afternoon, until the business meeting at five-thirty, they wander over the building.

Now it is the business of institutional directors to be thorough, and the trustees of Saint Margaret’s, previous to the 30th of April, never forgot their business.  They looked into corners and behind doors to see what had not been done; they followed the work-trails of every employee—­from old Cassie, the scrub-woman, to the Superintendent herself; and if one was a wise employee one blazed conspicuously and often.  They gathered in little groups and discussed methods for conservation and greater efficiency, being as up to date in their charities as in everything else.  Also, they brought guests and showed them about; for when one was rich and had put one’s money into collections of sick and crippled children instead of old ivories and first editions, it did not at all mean that one had not retained the same pride of exhibiting.

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