The Wreck of the South Pole and Other Strange Tales — page 164: what you’re looking at

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A Medical Student’s Love. 157 changed a few words. She was so kind, so sweet, so gentle with the sick, that no one seeing her going from cot to cot could help admiring her. “T did more. I loved her. “But, as you may imagine, any hope of making her my wife was out of the question. It was condescension enough for the daughter of the wealthy Arnold to visit the sick in a public hospital. It would have been mad- ness to have thought for a moment that she would be- come the wife of 2 penniless medical student whom she found there.” “IT am surprised that she did even that much,” I re- marked as he paused in his narrative, as if the recollec- tion of those days was too pleasant to be passed over hastily. “Wealthy girls are not in the habit of carrying flowers to the hospitals.” “That is true,” he replied, with a mingling of pride and love in his voice, “but my wife is an exceptional woman. “After several months,” he continued, “she failed one week to pay her customary visit, and I was wretched. The next week she did not appear, and then I made in- quiries concerning her. “She was very ill, and ten days later I heard that she was dead. The day after I attended her funeral, fol- lowed the body to the cemetery and saw it interred in the family vault. “IT should have told you that for several years I had been interested in telepathy and kindred subjects. You know I was quite old when I entered the medical school— CONNIE AOOLKS (EO)