'Smiles': A Rose of the CumberlandsRobinson, Eliot H. (Eliot Harlow)
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'Smiles': A Rose of the Cumberlands
Robinson, Eliot H. (Eliot Harlow)
Cumberland Mountains -- Fiction
"I told you on the train that I was the victim of an uncanny
premonition. I guess that Horatio was right about there being many
things outside the ken of our limited philosophy. What psychic whisper
from a world whose existence we men of 'common sense'"--he spoke the
words sarcastically--"are loath to credit; what inspiration, born of the
memory of that story of the case of the Bentley Moors' child in New
York, which I told her in words of one syllable six months ago, was it
that brought the light of truth to this girl's mind, when the village
doctor utterly failed to catch so much as a glimmer of it?"
"Then you think, doctor ...?" began Miss Merriman.
"My diagnosis coincides with Smiles',--a tumorous growth on the brain,
probably upon the third left frontal convolution ... right here," he
said in explanation, as he touched his forehead between the left eyebrow
and the hair. "Rose, you have done excellently. Now we, too, will do
what we can, and we shall need your help in full measure to-night. I
know that it is going to be bitterly hard for you, perhaps the hardest
thing that you will ever be called upon to do in all your life; you've
got to be a woman, and a brave one. I'd spare you if I could, but...."
"But I don't want to be spared, Donald," she interrupted, eagerly.
"I know, and I trust you more than I could any grown-up woman here in
the mountains. It's hardly necessary to tell you again, that a nurse is
a soldier, and must be not only brave, but obedient. If we decide to ...
to go ahead I will be, not your friend, but your superior officer for a
while, and, if my orders seem harsh and even cruel, you must not
hesitate, or feel hurt. You understand that, don't you, dear?"
"Yes, doctor. I understand."
She spoke bravely, but her voice trembled a little.
"Good. Before I make my final examination, Miss Merriman and I have got
to change our clothes. She will use your room and I the loft; but first
let us bring Lou's bed out here by the fire."
It was done.
"Now," he continued, "while we are getting ready, there are a number of
things which you have got to do, and you will have to work fast. First,
make grandfather comfortable in his room, and build up this fire. Then
heat up as much water as the big kettle will hold, and see that a
smaller one is scoured absolutely clean. Start some water heating in
that, too. Finally, undress Lou completely, and wrap her in a blanket.
Can you remember all that?"
"Yes, Donald ... yes, doctor."
Donald smiled, and added, "One thing more. Partly fill a pillow-case
with sand, or dirt, if it is possible to get any. Perhaps the ground in
the wood-house isn't frozen so hard but that you can get it."
She nodded wonderingly.
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