The raging storm shrieked unceasingly about the House of Pain like a legion of infernal spirits.
There were so many others more critically ill than herself, and the number of nurses was so reduced , that she was of necessity left alone much of the time.
Just before midnight Mrs. Waxe came in, weary, but the embodiment of strength and kindness.
"I think," she said coaxingly, "you must try and get to sleep. I shall give you something to quiet you, and then turn off the liglit, and I hope you will soon drop off. I shall be near you in the corridor. If you want anything just tinkle the bell. Close to hand, you see, my dear."
She administered a draught, straightened the pillow, then bent down impulsively and kissed the lovely, disquieted face maternally. Two beautiful arms closed about her ample neck, and the patient was sobbing on her generous bosom.
"Come, come, you must be brave. They did not want me to tell you, but a telegram came half an hour since for you. Your husband will be here sometime toward morning. Will you go to sleep now, like a good child? Ah! I thought so."
She turned off the light and went out, leaving the door half open. After making the round of the corridor she dropped into a chair. Her head fell forward on the table before her. In all her experience as a nurse she had never done such a thing before,—she fell asleep at her post.
She was roused by the sharp, continued ringing of a bell. She sat up, dazed, rubbing her eyes.
The superintendent, the resident physician, and a stranger were coming up the wide staircase. The bell had never ceased its imperious, insistent summons.
Without stopping to think, the head nurse ran, ponderously but swiftly, to the Prince Ward. As she stepped within the threshold the bell suddenly ceased, but the air was vibrating. She ran to the mantelpiece, reached up, and turned on the light.
The three men were at the door, the fur-clad stranger, a tall and handsome apparition, carrying a huge handful of roses. They all stared at the figure of the head nurse.
Petrified in position, her fingers on the key of the electric
