A Girl in Ten Thousand

Chapter I You

are the comfort of my Use, Effie. If you make up your mind to go away, what is to become of me ? " The speaker was a middle-aged woman. She was lying on a sofa in a shabby little parlour. The sofa was covered vrith horse-hair, the room had a faded paper, and faded chintz covered the shabby furniture. The woman's pleading words were emphasised by her tired eyes and worn face. She looked full at the young girl to whom she spoke. "What shall I do without you, and what will your father say ? " " I have made up my mind," said Effie. " I don't want to be unkind to you, mother, — I love you more than words can say, — but I must go out into the world. I must live my Use like other girls." " You had none of these ideas until you met Dorothy Fraser." " Yes, I have had them for a long time ; Dorothy has given them emphasis, that's all.

Dorothy's mother did not like her to go away, but now she is glad. She says that nothing has made Dorothy into so fine a woman as taking her life into her own hands, and making the best she can of it. Before I go, mother, I will get Agnes to learn all my duties ; she shall help you. She is nearly fourteen ; she ought to be of use to you, ought she not ? " " She would not be like you," replied Mrs. Staunton. " She is very young, remember, and is at school most of the day. I won't argue Avith you, Effie, but it tires me even to think of it." Effie sighed. She bent down and kissed her mother. Her words had sounded hard and almost defiant, but there was nothing at all hard or defiant about her sweet face. She Avas a dark-eyed girl, and looked as if she might be any age between seventeen and twenty.

There was a likeness between her and her mother quite sufficient to show their relationship ; both faces were softly curved, both pairs of eyes were dark, and the mother must have been even prettier in her youth than the daughter was now. "As I say," continued Mrs. Staunton, "it fills me Avith terror to think of doing without you." " Try not to think of it, mother. I am not going yet, I only want to go very much indeed. I am going to talk to father about it. I want to have the thing arranged while Dorothy is here." Here Effie went suddenly on her knees by the sofa and threw one young arm protectingly round her mother. " You do not know what it means to me," she said. " When Dorothy talks of the full Use, the keen interest, the battle, the thrill of living, I feel that I must go into it — I must."

While Effie was speaking, Mrs. Staunton looked fixedly at her. There are moments which all mothers know, when they put themselves com pletely out of sight, when they blot themselves out, as it Avere. This time had come to Mrs. Staunton now. After a pause, she said, and her words came out even without a sigh — " The question, after all, is this, Effie : What wdl your father say ? " "When he thinks it out carefully he will be pleased," replied Effie. " He must be interested in the profession I want to take up. How often — oh hoAv often, mother— has he groaned and sighed at the bad nursing which his patients get ! You know you have always said, and he has said the same, that I am a born nurse. Won't he be proud and pleased when I come home and tell him all about the new ways in which things are done in London hospitals ?

You know there are six of us, and Agnes and Katie are groAving up, and can take my place at home presently. Of course I know that father is quite the cleverest doctor in Whit tington, but nobody gets ill here, and it is quite impossible to go on clothing and feeding six of us with no means at all. I do not think I am vain, mother, and I do not really care A-ery much about dress, but mine is shabby, is it not ? I think I should look pretty — as pretty as you must have looked long ago — U I were better dressed." " No dress can change your face," said Mrs. Staunton, with sudden passion. " You have the sweetest and dearest face in the world to me. When you go away the sunshine will go out of my life ; but, my darling, my darling, I won't — you shall never have it to say that your mother stood in your way.

I must think, however, of what your father will say to this. I can only Avarn you that if there is one person your father dreads and dislikes more than another, it is the modern ghl. He said to me, ' Thank God, Effie has none of that hideous modernity about her. She is fairly good looking ; she does not think about Girton or Newnham, or any of the women's colleges ; in short, she has no advanced ideas." "That is all he knows," rephed Effie. "The fact is, I must and will do something to earn my living. You are sending George out into the Avorld to Avin his spurs, and I am going to win mine." " In what way ? " asked Mrs. Staunton. " You know you are not clever." " Dorothy thinks I can be a nurse, mother, May she come and see you, and talk it all over ? " " There is no harm in talking it over," said Mrs. Staunton.

" But now I Avish you would go upstairs and help Susan to put the children to bed. You can bring baby downstairs if you like, and I will undress him. Eun along, Effin — run along, there's a good chdd." " Oh yes, mother, I'll go ; only just answer me one question first. May Dorothy come here after supper to-night ? " " What is the use of my seeing her ? Your father is the one to decide." " I Avdl ask father to stay in after supper." " I don't think he will. A message has come from the Watson people over at the farm. Mrs. Watson was taken bad with a stitch an hour ago, and they want your father as quickly as he can go." " Well, he will be back in time — he won't spend the whole evening there. Anyhow, Dorothy can come and see you, and if father does come in before she leaves, well and good. I may run and tell her to eome, may I not ?

" " Won't you put the children to bed first, and bring me baby ? " " Oh yes, yes, U you insist." " I do, Effie ; while you are at home you must help me all you can. I have not had a bit of strength since baby was born. It is perfectly dreadful to feel aU your strength going and to know that things are at sixes and sevens, and however hard you try you cannot put them right. Dear me, Effie, I did think when you were grown up that you would stay at home and be a comfort to me." " I shall be a greater comfort to you when I send you money from London. Now, don't speak another word. I will put the chddren to bed, and I will look after baby myself, while you close your eyes and go to sleep.' Effie pressed her warm young lips on the older woman's brow, and then ran out of the room. There was a large nursery upstairs, where every thing at the present moment was, as Effie's mother had said, at sixes and sevens.

The nursemaid, a young girl of seventeen, was not up to her duties — the children ruled her, instead of her ruling the children. Effie, however, could be masterful enough Avhen she liked. She had a nutural sense of order, and she soon put things straight in the nursery. The children were undressed quickly and put to bed ; and then Effie, taking the baby in her arms, asked Susan to go doAvnstairs. " You can have your supper," she said. " I will look after baby." " I thought my missus would like me to take baby to her," said the girl. " No ; I will look after him for the present," said Effie. " Mother is tired, and she must sleep. Run away, Susan, and have your supper, and come back here as quickly as you can." " Yes, Miss Effie ; and I am sure I am very much obliged to you. You 'as a wonderful way with the children, and I only wish I could learn it."

Susan left the room. Pressing the baby's soft curly head against her breast, Effie began to pace up and down with it. The baby was three months old ; he was fractious and disinclined for sleep, but when his sister began to purr a soft song into his ear, an old nursery rhyme which her mother had sung to her long ago, his vride-open eyes closed, and he sank off into peaceful slumber. When she saw that he was quite sound asleep, Effie put him in his cot, drew the cot near the crib where Phdip, a dark-eyed Uttle boy of five, lay, and, bending down to kiss Phil, said — " You are to be baby's nurse until Susan comes up ; if he wakes or begins to cry, just pat him on his back. I am most anxious that mother should have a quiet time ; she is just Avorn out, and if she hears baby cry she is certain to send for him.

Now, Phd, you are a very clever Uttle man when you like — I trust to you to keep baby from crying untd Susan comes back ! " " 'Es, that I will," replied Phd, in a voice of in tense importance. " I do love 'ou, Effie," he said. Effie kissed him, and softly left the room. She ran downstairs, and began to help the servant to lay supper. No one could look more bright than Effie as she performed the thousand and one duties which feU to her lot in this poor home. Dr. Staunton was poor, there were six chddren, Effie was the eldest daughter ; it needs no more words to explain her exact position. From morning to night Effie was busy, very busy, doing what she herself called nothing. She was getting discontented with her life. A feehng of discontent had stolen over her ever since her eldest brother George had gone to London to help his uncle in a large warehouse.

For months the dream of her life was to give up the little duties near at hand, and to take some great duties which nobody wanted her to do, far away from home. She was quite prepared for the advice which her friend Dorothy Fraser, who lived all the year round in London, and only came home for the hohdays to Whittington, was able to give her. Effie's conscience was not in the lest pricked at the thought of leaving her mother — it seemed to her quite right. " Had she not to make the most of her youth ? Why should she spend aU her young days in looking after the chddren, and making things tolerable for her father and mother ? " These thoughts kept swiftly passing through her brain, as she noiselessly laid the table and made it look charming and pretty. When all was done, she took up a little frock of one of the children's, and, sitting down by the windoAV, began to work.

Her pretty dark head was bent over her task ; her thick curling lashes lay heavy on her rounded cheek. Mrs. Staunton, who had been having a doze on the sofa, started up now and looked at her. " Oh, Effie dear, I have had such a nice sleep," she said, with a Uttle sigh ; " I am ever so much the better for it. But what have you done with baby?" " I have put him to sleep, mother ; he is in his cot now, as comfortable as possible." " How good of you, Effie ! What a comfort you are to me ! " Effie smded. " I think I hear father coming in," she said, " and supper is quite ready." Mrs. Staunton started up from the sofa; she pushed back her tumbled hair, and shook out her somewhat untidy dress. " Now, let me make you trim," said Effie. She ran over to her parent, put back her grey hair with an affectionate httle touch, and theu kissed her mother on her flushed cheeks.

" You look better for your nice sleep, mother," she said. " So I am, darling, and for your loving care," replied Mrs. Staunton. Her husband came into the room, and she took her place before the tea-tray. Supper at the Stauntons' was a nondescript sort of meal. It consisted of meat and vegetables, and tea and cakes and puddings, all placed on the table together. It was the one hearty meal Dr. Staunton allowed himself in the twenty-four hours. At the chddren's early dinner he only snatched a little bread and cheese, but at peaceful seven o'clock the chddren Avere in bed, the house was quiet, the tod of the day was supposed to be over, and Dr. Staunton could eat heartdy and enjoy himself. It Avas at this hour he used to notice how very pretty Effie looked, and how sweet it was to see her sitting like a Uttle mouse on one side of the table, helping him and his Arise in her affectionate way, and seeing to the comforts of alL It did not occur to him as even possible that Effie could carry such a dreadful thing as rebeUion in her heart.

No face could look more perfectly happy than hers. Was it possible that she was pining for a wider field of usefulness than the little niche which she filled so perfectly in the home life ? Dr. Staunton never thought about it at aU. Effie was just a dear Uttle ghl — not a bit modern ; she was the comfort of her mother's Use, and for that matter the comfort of his also. He looked at her now with his usual grave smde. " Well, Effie, useful and charming as usual ? I see you have not forgotten my favourite dish, and I am glad of it, for I can tell you I am just starving. I have had a hard day's work, and it is nice to feel that I can rest for this evening at least." " Have you been to the Watsons', dear ? " inquired Mrs. Staunton. " They sent a message for you two or three hours ago." " Yes ; I met the farmer in the High Street, and went straight out to the farm.

Mrs. Watson is better now, poor soul ; but it is a bad case, the heart is a good deal implicated. I shaU have to go out there again the first thing in the morning. It would be a dreadful thing for that family if anything happened to her." " The heart — is it heart trouble ? " said Mrs. Staunton. " Yes, yes. Don't you begin to fancy that your case is the least like hers ; yours is only functional, hers is organic. Now, why have I broken through my rule of saying nothing about my patients ? You will be fancying and fretting all night that you are going to shuffle off this mortal coil just as quickly as poor Mrs. Watson will have to do before long, I fear. Why, Effie, what is the matter ? Why are you staring at me with those round eyes ? " Mrs. Staunton looked also at Effie, and the sudden memory of her recent conversation with her returned.

" By the way," she said, " if you are likely to be at home this evening, John, Effie Avould like to ask her friend Dorothy Fraser to come in for an hour or two. She wants to introduce her to you." " She is one of those modern girls, is she not ? " said the doctor. " Oh, father, she is just splendid," said Effie. " If you only knew her, if you could hear her speak " — " Well, my dear, don't get into a state, and above all things, don't learn that dreadful habit of ex aggeration. I daresay Miss Fraser is very well, but there are few prodigies in the world, my httle Effie ; and, for my part, give me the home birds — they are the girls for my world, they are the girls who will make good wives by and by. There, my love, I shall be pleased to welcome any friend of yours, so ask her over, by all means.

She won't mind the old doctor's pipe, I hope ? " " Oh no, father." Effie could not help smiling. She knew perfectly well that Dorothy thought it no harm to indulge in a tiny cigarette herself, not often nor every day, but sometimes when she was dead beat, as she expressed it. Effie had to keep this knowledge of her friend's delinquencies to herself. If Dr. Staunton knew that Dorothy did not consider smoking the unpardonable sin in woman, he would not allow her inside his doors. " I wdl go and fetch her," Effie said, jumping up and putting on her hat. ' She is longing to know you, father, and you can smoke two or three pipes while she is here." Effie left the room. Mrs. Staunton looked at her husband. " I doubt if Dorothy Fraser is the best of friends for our Effie." " Eh ! " said the doctor, taking his pipe out of his mouth for a moment.

" What ails the girl ? " " Oh, nothing at all," replied Mrs. Staunton. " Effie is very fond of her, and I believe she really is a fine creature. You know she is educating her two brothers." "What is she doing — how does she earn her living ? " " Oh, she is a nurse in a hospital. She has been in St. Joseph's Hospital for years, and is now superintendent of one of the wards. She gets a good salary." The doctor rubbed his hands together in a some- Avhat impatient way. " You know my opinion of lady nurses," he said, looking at his wife. " Well, dear, make the best of Dorothy for Effie's sake. I hear the steps of the two girls now. You will do what you can to be agreeable, won't you ? " " No," said the doctor ; " I shall growl like a bear with a sore head, when I see women who ought to be content with sweet home duties struggling and pining to go out into the world."

The last words had scarcely left the doctor's lips before the dining-room door was opened, and Effie, accompanied by her friend, entered the room. Dorothy Fraser was about twenty-eight years of age ; she was tall ; she had a fair, calm sort of face ; her eyes were large and grey, her mouth sweet. She had a way of taking possession of those she spoke to, and she had not been two minutes in the shabby httle sitting-room before Dr. and Mrs. Staunton were looking at her earnestly, and listening to her words with respect. Dorothy sat near Mrs. Staunton. " I am very glad to know you," she said, after a pause. " Effie has talked to me over and over again about you." " May I ask how long you have knoAvn Effie ? " interrupted Dr. Staunton. " WeU, exactly a week," replied Miss Fraser. " I have been home a week, and I am going to stay another week.

I met Effie the night I came home, and — But one can cultivate a friendship in a week : don't you think so, Dr. Staunton ? " " Perhaps, perhaps," said the doctor in a dubious voice. " I am slow in making friends myself. It is the old-fashioned way of country folk." " Oh, pray don't speak of yourself as old-fashioned, Dr. Staunton ; and don't run down country folk, I see so many of them at the hospital. For my part, I think they are worth twenty of those poor London people, who are half starved in body, and have only learned the wicked side of life." " Poor creatures ! " said Mrs. Staunton. " I wish you would teU us something about the hospital, my dear. It is vastly entertaining to hear all about sick people." " No ; now pardon me," said the doctor ; " you will do nothing of the kind, Miss Fraser.

There are not many sick folk about here, but what few there are I have got to look after, and my thoughts are bothered enough about them and their sicknesses, so I would rather, if you please, turn our conversation to people who are not ill. The wdfe here is a bit nervous, too, and she is never the better for hearing people talk about what they call ' bad cases.' I think it is the worst thing in the world for people to keep talking of their maladies, or even about other people's maladies. My motto is this, ' When you are ill, try and see how soon you can get well again ; and Avhen you are well, try to keep so. Never tliink of illness at all.' " Miss Fraser looked full at the doctor while he was talking. A slight frown came between her eyebrows. Effie's bright dark eyes were fixed on her friend.

" IUness interests me, of course," Dorothy said, after a pause ; " but I won't talk of it. There are many other things, as you say, just as vital. " Well, at any rate," said Mrs. Staunton, " Miss Fraser can tell us how she came to be a nurse " — " For my part," interrupted Dr. Staunton, " I think it is a great pity that girls like you, Miss Fraser, should take up that sort of life. Lady girls are not suited to it ; for one Avho is fitted for the Use, there are fifty who are not. If you could only guess how doctors hate to see a lady nurse in possession of a case. She is a fine lady through it all ; she thinks she is not, but she is. Do you suppose she will wash up the cups and plates and spoons as they ought to be washed and kept in a sick person's room ? and do you fancy she will clean out tbe grate, and go down on her knees to wash the floor ?

Your fine lady nurse won't. There is a case of infection, for instance, — measles or scarlet fever, — and the nurse comes down from London, and she is supposed to take possession ; but one of the servants of the house has to go in to clean and dust and arrange, or the sickroom is not dusted or cleaned at all. That is your lady nurse ; and I say she is not suited to the work." Miss Fraser turned pale while the doctor was speaking. " You must admit," she said, when he stopped and looked at her, — " you must admit, Dr. Staunton, that every lady nurse is not Uke that. If you have an infection case in your practice, send for me. I think I can prove to you that there are some ladies who are too truly women to think anythiny menial or beneath them." She coloured as she spoke, and lowered her eyes.

The conversation drifted into other channels. After a time Dorothy got up and went away ; and Effie, yawning slightly, went up to her room to go to bed. She slept in a little room next to the nursery. Instead of undressing at once, as was her wont, she went and stood by the window, threw it open, and looked out. " Wbat would father say if he knew my thoughts ? " she said to herself. " He despises ladies Avho are nurses ; he thinks it wrong for any lady girl to go away from home ; but I am going — yes, I am going to London. Dorothy is my friend. She is about the grandest, noblest creature I ever met, and I am going to follow in her steps. Mother will consent in the end — mother will see that I cannot throw away my Use. Dear mother ! I shall miss her and father awfully, but, all the same, I shall be delighted to go.

I do want to get out of this narrow, narrow life ; I do want to do something big and grand. Oh, Dorothy, how splendid you are ! How strong you look ! How delightful it is to feel that one can live a life like yours, and do good, and be loved by ad ! Oh, Dorothy, I hope I shall be able to copy you ! I hope"— Effie's eager thoughts came to a sudden stop. A tall dog-cart dashed down the street and pulled up short at her father's door. A young man in a Norfolk suit jumped out, threw the horse's reins to his groom, and puUed the doctor's bell furiously. Effie leaned slightly out of her Avindow in order to see who it was. She recognised the man who stood on the doorstep with a start of surprise, and the colour flew into her face. He was the young Squire of the neighbourhood. His name was Harvey.

His place was two miles out of Whitting ton. He was married ; his wife was the most beau tfful woman Effie had ever seen ; and he had one httle girl. The Harveys were rich and proud ; they spent the greater part of their time in London, and had never before condescended to consult the village doctor. What was the matter noAv ? Effie rushed from her room and knocked furiously at her father's door. " Father, do you hear the night-bell ? Are you getting up ? " she called. " Yes, child, yes," answered the doctor. Tbe beU downstairs kept on ringing at intervals. Effie stood trembling on the landing ; she felt positively sure that something dreadful must have happened. " May I go downstairs and say you are coming, father ? " she called again through the keyhole. " Yes, I wish you would. Say I will be down stairs in a minute."

Effie ran off; she took the chain off the heavy hall door and threw it open. " Is Dr. Staunton in ? " asked the Squire. He stared at Effie's white, trembling face. His eyes were bloodshot, his hair in disorder ; he looked like a man who is half distracted. " Yes," said Effie, in as soothing a voice as she could assume ; " my father will be down in a minute." Harvey took off his cap. " You are Miss Staunton, I presume ? Pray ask your father to be as quick as possible. My httle girl is ill — very ill. We want a doctor to come to The Grange without a moment's delay." " AU right, Squire ; here I am," said the hearty voice of Dr. Staunton on the stairs. The Squire shook hands with him, made one or tAvo remarks in too low a voice for Effie to hear, sprang into his dog-cart, the doctor scrambled up by his side, and a moment later the two had dis appeared.

Effie stood by the open hall door looking up and down the quiet viUage street. The great man of the place had come and gone like a flash. The thing Mrs. Staunton had longed for, dreamed of, and almost prayed for, had come to pass at last — her husband was sent for to The Grange. Effie wondered if Fortune were really turning her wheel, and if, from this date, they would be better off than they had been. Dorothy Fraser's people lived in the house nearly opposite. From where Effie stood she could see a light still burning in her friend's window. The thought of Dorothy raised the girl's state of excitement almost to fever pitch. She longed to go over and see her friend ; she knew she must not do that, however. She shut the hall door, and went slowly back to her bedroom. She wanted to sleep, but sleep was far away.

She lay listening during the long hours of the summer night, and heard hour after hour strike from the church clock close by. Between two and three in the morning she dropped off into a troubled doze. She awoke in broad dayhght, to start to her feet and see her father standing in the room. " Get up, Effie," he said. " I want you ; dress yourself as quickly as you can." There was an expression about his face which prevented Effie's uttering a word. She scrambled into her clothes — he waited for her on the landing. When she was dressed he took her hand and went softly down through the house. " I do not want your mother to be disturbed," he said. " There is a very bad case of illness at The Grange." " What is it, father ? " asked Effie. " Well, I fear that it is a comphcation of scarlet fever and diphtheria.