"You are sure, quite sure, that this poor lady will be cared for,"
said the kind man, addressing the clerk. "Here is money, I would give more, but am some distance from home and may require all that I have--see that she wants for no little comfort that can be bought!"
The clerk"s eye brightened as he saw the money.
"Oh, be sure, sir, she shall have every care."
"I have a letter for the resident physician--where can he be found?"
"Oh, he has just started for the island in his boat. The aldermen and their families dine at the Insane Asylum, and he has gone with them. You might have seen his yellow flag on the water as you came in."
"And when will he return to the Hospital?"
"Oh, in a day or two; his rooms are in the other building, but he usually walks over the wards once or twice a week!"
"Once or twice a week! Why I heard that the ship fever was raging here--that the hospitals were crowded, and many of your doctors sick!"
"Well, no one disputes that the hospitals are crowded--half the patients are on the floor now; and some of the a.s.sistants are sick enough!"
"And your resident physician only pa.s.ses through these hospitals once or twice a week--who attends to the patients?"
"Oh, the young doctors of course!"
"And are they experienced men?"
"Some of them are graduates, almost half I should think."
"And the rest?"
"I suppose, all have studied a year or two."
"And do these men--who have only studied a or year two--prescribe for the patients--without the advice of a superior?"
"Certainly, why not? They must begin sometime, you know."
"And will this poor woman, laboring as she is under an acute disease, be placed under the care of a mere student?"
The clerk mused before he answered.
"Let me see, number ten--yes, young Toules has charge there. It is his turn in the fever ward. He has never graduated, I believe."
"And has he had no practice among fevers?"
"Oh! yes, he has been three days in number ten, and one sees a good deal of fever in three days, I can tell you."
The stranger turned away sick at heart.
"Let me," he said, in a broken voice, "let me speak with the nurse who is to take care of the person I brought here."
The clerk called to a lame pauper who was limping through the building and ordered him to summon the nurse from number ten. The old man went with difficulty up the stairs that led from the hall, and soon returned, followed by a tall dissipated-looking woman of forty, who still retained in her swollen features traces of intelligence and early refinement that redeemed them in some degree from positive brutality.
A look of fierce and settled discontent lay on this woman"s features, which was aggravated by the dress of dark blue that fell scant and ill-shapen around her stately figure, and was fastened tightly over the bosom with a succession of coa.r.s.e horn b.u.t.tons that but half filled the yawning b.u.t.tonholes.
This woman approached the stranger with a dogged and sullen air.
"Is it you that wants me?" she said, looking earnestly at him. "That man said somebody wanted to see the nurse!"
"And is this woman a nurse to the sick? Is she to have the charge of this poor lady?" questioned the stranger, turning to the clerk.
"That is the nurse, and I hope she suits you, for you seem hard to please," answered the clerk, crustily. "She is one of the best women in the hospital, at any rate!"
The stranger turned his eyes upon the woman with a grave and pained look.
"I sent to ask your kindness for the poor lady that has just been carried to your ward," he said; "of course you are well paid by the city; but I am willing to reward you for extra care in this case!"
"Well paid by the city!" cried the woman, with a fierce and sneering laugh; "oh, yes, hard work and prison fare at the Penitentiary--harder work and pauper fare when they send us here for nurses. That is the pay we get from the corporation for nursing here in the fever. If we die there is a scant shroud, a pine coffin and Potter"s field.
That, is our pay, sir!" and the woman folded her arms, laughing low and dismally.
"The Penitentiary--what does she mean?" inquired the stranger, greatly shocked.
"Oh! they come from the Penitentiary, these nurses," said the clerk.
"The corporation have to support the prisoners, you know, and the hospitals all get their help by law from Blackwell"s Island."
"And is this woman a prisoner?"
"A prisoner--to be sure I am--you don"t take me for a Poor House woman, I hope?" cried the nurse. "I haven"t got to that yet--n.o.body can say that I was contemptible enough to come here of my own accord."
There was something too horrible in all this. The stranger sat down and drew out his purse with a suppressed groan.
"Here," he said, giving some money to the woman, "this will pay you for a little kindness to the poor lady. In the name of that G.o.d who has afflicted her, see that she has proper care."
The woman"s face softened. For one instant some remnant of half-forgotten pride made her hesitate to take the money, but this was soon conquered, and she reached forth her hand clutching it eagerly.
"I will take care of the lady, sir, never fear," she said, and for the moment, she really intended to perform her promise.
"Do, and when you lie ill as she does, G.o.d be merciful to you as you are to her!" said the stranger, solemnly, and taking his hat he went forth with a sad countenance.
When Judge Sharp left Bellevue he went directly to the Mayor"s residence, where he had made a dinner engagement the night before.
We have already described his meeting with Joseph Esmond.
He was satisfied that the person whom he had conducted to the hospital was the lady for whom the lad was in search, and resolved to go with the boy and obtain more knowledge of her condition. The little girls had just returned from the funeral, and were sitting desolately in their bed-room, shrinking into the farthest corner like frightened birds in a cage, for the landlord had taken possession, and the poor children had no home but the street; even in that little bed-room they felt like intruders.
But the Judge came with Frederick and Joseph, and this was a sunbeam to their grief.
The n.o.ble man questioned them gently, and at last told the whole anxious group that Mrs. Chester was alive and in Bellevue, where he had himself conducted her.
The little girls uttered a cry.
Oh, the wild, the bitter joy of that moment. She was alive--alive!