Pastor Brown stood by that cot; and, with Arthur in a most surprising pick-up, holding Priscilla’s hot, shaking hand, through that still hospital room was wafting Priscilla’s soft, low words:—
“...you for my lawful husband, until...”
***
Doctor Wilkins, going out with Priscilla, now trying, oh, so hard for control; with grand, charming, loving Kathlyn, arm in arm, said:—
“That joy will pull him through. Boys, at war, so far away, will naturally droop, both in body and mind, from lack of a particular girl’s snuggling and cuddling. So just wait until Kathlyn finds out all about his condition; and good food, with this happy culmination of a childhood infatuation, will put him in first-class condition, if no complications show up.”
Ah! What an important part of a city’s institutions a hospital is! What a comfort to all, to know that, should injury or any ailing condition of man, woman or child occur without warning, anybody can, simply through phoning find quick transportation at his door; and, with angrily clanging gongs, or high-pitch whistlings obtaining a “right of way” through all traffic, that institution’s doors will swing apart, assistants will quickly surround that cot, and an ability for doing anything that Man
[ 209 ]
