| Show arout maff IJ ILLNESS if you want to know the real soul of a man you have to see him when he s says a trained nurse there s nothing quite so abject and pit able as the average sick pan he s a mere baby only that a baby bears pain better than he does I 1 d like to give ou the name of a man I 1 ve jus been taking care of but of course I 1 can t he s a great big six footer and he never had a pain since he cut his teeth till appendicitis caught him about a month ago they brought him to a private sanitarium on a stretcher and while I 1 was getting him ready tor the surgeons his mind was about equally divided between tear that he was gong to die and anxiety over a pasteboard box he had with him he begged me to put it somewhere where it would be safe I 1 asked him hat he had in it and he said it was something he d want in a day or two if he lived I 1 finally set it outside the window of his room on the ledge for he said it ought to be kept where it was cold he dian didn t mention it again for two days his attention being otherwise engaged the third night was windy and the box blew off the ledge the man heard it go and rang for me when I 1 came in he was lying there crying like a child it s gone he blubbered I 1 thought he was talking about his appendix so I 1 said he ought to be glad it alas gone but he went on cry leg I 1 wanted it he said I 1 could have 1 ad it to morrow it s my box well what did you have in it I 1 asked he 1001 ed at me as if he could hardly bear to speak the word and then he burst out lady fingers can you beat thata that great big fellow had brought lady fingers with him so he d be sure to have some thing to eat and mind you that s not all before the week was out he felt better and then he told me he haan hadn t intended to eat the things him self but he d meant them as a present tor me he actually tried to make me think he d shed tears because I 1 could nt have them I 1 reckon it you said lady fingers to him now he d try to ight washington post |
