The Icelandic Canadian - 01.06.1945, Side 49

THE ICELANDIC CANADIAN
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destined to make him a good and well
beloved doctor. During the past weeks
he had seen this patient face loneliness
and extreme pain with courage. And
it was only right that he should have
the one he had come to depend on,
and to regard as a friend, with him
during these last-moments.
The ward was quiet at that hour.
The bed was in the far corner and
screened from the rest of the patients.
The nurse on duty was standing at
the foot of the bed. When it was all
over, Bob stood for a moment thinking
how tired the old man looked and yet
hw glad to be at rest, when suddenly
he heard a scream.
He turned to see a long knife pointed
at his throat, a butcher knife with a
gleaming edge, held in a muscular
black hand. He jumped aside, knocking
over the screen and grabbed his assail-
ant’s wrist. For a moment they fought
for the knife and Bob’s arm was slashed
from wrist to elbow. By this time the
nurse had hold of the menacing arm
and then the orderly and two other
nurses came on the run and between
them, they got the mad man disarmed.
For he was insane. The mild mannered
negro stevedore who had been a model
patient, ever since he was brought in
two weeks before, had suddenly gone
completely out of his mind.
When he was safely on his way to
psychopathic, Bob went down to the
casualty ward to have his arm bandaged.
“I guess I owe a lot to you Miss
Corrigan,” he said to the nurse. “If you
hadn’t screamed, I wouldn’t have gotten
off this easy.”
Miss Corrigan looked at him as if he
too were going out of his mind. “I
didn’t scream” she said “I didn’t see
what was happening until you jumped
and knocked over the screen.”
“Well I distinctly heard a woman
scream, that’s what made me look
around.”
Miss Corrigan’s only answere was to
tell him to lie down. He had evidently-
suffered a much more severe shock
than she realized. She was the only wo-
man in the ward at the time and she
certainly hadn’t screamed. That was
final. He’d better take a sedative and
try to get some sleep. One of the other
internes could take his place for the
remainder of the night. In the morning
he would probably be all right.
Bob stood up. He did feel a little
weak and shaky and he could do with
a night’s sleep. He looked at the clock
on the wall of the casualty room.
It was two-twenty!
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