"Shut it," she said in a hoa.r.s.e whisper. "I don"t want n.o.body to hear what I got to tell you."
"Can"t it wait, Mrs. Smelts?" asked Nance, with a pitying hand on the feverish brow across which a long white scar extended.
"No. They"re goin" to take me away in the mornin". I heard "em say so. It"s about Birdie, Nance, I want to tell you. They"ve had to lock her up."
"It"s the fever makes you think that, Mrs. Smelts. You let me sponge you off a bit."
"No, no, not yet. She"s crazy, I tell you! She went out of her head last January when the baby come. Dan"s kept it to hisself all this time, but now he"s had to send her to the asylum."
"Who told you?"
"Dan did. He wrote me when he sent me the last money. I got his letter here under my pillow. I want you to burn it, Nance, so no one won"t know."
Nance went on mechanically stroking the pain-racked head, as she reached under the pillow for Dan"s letter. The sight of the neat, painstaking writing made her heart contract.
"You tell him fer me," begged Mrs. Smelts, weakly, "to be good to her.
She never had the right start. Her paw handled me rough before she come, an" she was always skeery an" nervous like. But she was so purty, oh, so purty, an" me so proud of her!"
Nance wiped away the tears that trickled down the wrinkled cheeks, and tried to quiet her, but the rising fever made her talk on and on.
"I ain"t laid eyes on her since a year ago this fall. She come home sick, an" n.o.body knew it but me. I got out of her whut was her trouble, an" I went to see his mother, but it never done no good. Then I went to the bottle factory an" tried to get his father to listen--"
"Whose father?" asked Nance, sharply.
"The Clarke boy"s. It was him that did fer her. I tell you she was a good girl "til then. But they wouldn"t believe it. They give me some money to sign the paper an" not to tell; but before G.o.d it"s him that"s the father of her child, and poor Dan--"
But Mrs. Smelts never finished her sentence; a violent paroxysm of pain seized her, and at dawn the messenger that called for the patient on the third floor, following the usual economy practised in Calvary Alley, made one trip serve two purposes and took her also.
By the end of the month the epidemic was routed, and the alley, cleansed and chastened as it had never been before, was restored to its own. Mr.
Snawdor, Fidy Yager, Mrs. Smelts, and a dozen others, being the unfittest to survive, had paid the price of enlightenment.
CHAPTER XXIX
IN TRAINING
One sultry July night four years later Dr. Isaac Lavinski, now an arrogant member of the staff at the Adair Hospital, paused on his last round of the wards and c.o.c.ked an inquiring ear above the steps that led to the bas.e.m.e.nt. Something that sounded very much like suppressed laughter came up to him, and in order to confirm his suspicions, he tiptoed down to the landing and, making an undignified syphon of himself, peered down into the rear pa.s.sage. In a circle on the floor, four nurses in their nightgowns softly beat time, while a fifth, arrayed in pink pajamas, with her hair flying, gave a song and dance with an abandon that ignored the fact that the big thermometer in the entry registered ninety-nine.
The giggles that had so disturbed Dr. Lavinski"s peace of mind increased in volume, as the dancer executed a particularly daring _pa.s.seul_ and, turning a double somersault, landed deftly on her bare toes.
"Go on, do it again!" "Show us how Sheeny Ike dances the tango." "Sing Barney McKane," came in an enthusiastic chorus.
But before the encore could be responded to, a familiar sound in the court without, sent the girls scampering to their respective rooms.
Dr. Isaac, reluctantly relinquishing his chance for administering prompt and dramatic chastis.e.m.e.nt, came down the stairs and out to the entry.
An ambulance had just arrived, and behind it was a big private car, and behind that Dr. Adair"s own neat runabout.
Dr. Adair met Dr. Isaac at the door.
"It"s an emergency case," he explained hastily. "I may have to operate to-night. Prepare number sixteen, and see if Miss Molloy is off duty."
"She is, sir," said Isaac, grimly, "and the sooner she"s put on a case the better."
"Tell her to report at once. And send an orderly down to lend a hand with the stretcher."
Five minutes later an immaculate nurse, every b.u.t.ton fastened, every fold in place, presented herself on the third floor for duty. You would have had to look twice to make certain that that slim, trim figure in its white uniform was actually Nance Molloy. To be sure her eyes sparkled with the old fire under her becoming cap, and her chin was still carried at an angle that hinted the possession of a secret gold mine, but she had changed amazingly for all that. Life had evidently been busy chiseling away her rough edges, and from a certain poise of body and a professional control of voice and gesture, it was apparent that Nance had done a little chiseling on her own account.
As she stood in the dim corridor awaiting orders, she could not help overhearing a conversation between Dr. Adair and the agitated lady who stood with her hand on the door-k.n.o.b of number sixteen.
"My dear madam," the doctor was saying in a tone that betokened the limit of patience, "you really must leave the matter to my judgment, if we operate--"
"But you won"t unless it"s the last resort?" pleaded the lady. "You know how frightfully sensitive to pain he is. But if you find out that you must, then I want you to promise me not to let him suffer afterward. You must keep him under the influence of opiates, and you will wait until his father can get here, won"t you?"
"But that"s the trouble. You"ve waited too long already. Appendicitis is not a thing to take liberties with."
"You don"t mean it"s too late? You don"t think--"
"We don"t think anything at present. We hope everything." Then spying Nance, he turned toward her with relief. "This is the nurse who will take charge of the case."
The perturbed lady uncovered one eye.
"You are sure she is one of your very best?"
"One of our best," said the doctor, as he and Nance exchanged a quizzical smile.
"Let her go in to him now. I can"t bear for him to be alone a second. As I was telling you--"
Nance pa.s.sed into the darkened room and closed the door softly. The patient was evidently asleep; so she tiptoed over to the window and slipped into a chair. On each side of the open s.p.a.ce without stretched the vine-clad wings of the hospital, gray now under the starlight.
Nance"s eyes traveled reminiscently from floor to floor, from window to window. How many memories the old building held for her! Memories of heartaches and happiness, of bad times and good times, of bitter defeats and dearly won triumphs.
It had been no easy task for a girl of her limited education and undisciplined nature to take the training course. But she had gallantly stood to her guns and out of seeming defeat, won a victory. For the first time in her diversified career she had worked in a congenial environment toward a fixed goal, and in a few weeks now she would be launching her own little boat on the professional main.
Her eyes grew tender as she thought of leaving these protecting gray walls that had sheltered her for four long years; yet the adventure of the future was already calling. Where would her first case lead her?
A cough from the bed brought her sharply back to the present. She went forward and stooped to adjust a pillow, and the patient opened his eyes, stared at her in bewilderment, then pulled himself up on his elbow.
"Nance!" he cried incredulously. "Nance Molloy!"
She started back in dismay.
"Why, it"s Mr. Mac! I didn"t know! I thought I"d seen the lady before--no, please! Stop, they"re coming! Please, Mr. Mac!"
For the patient, heretofore too absorbed in his own affliction to note anything, was covering her imprisoned hands with kisses and calling on Heaven to witness that he was willing to undergo any number of operations if she would nurse him through them.