The doctor's duffel bag . 64 THE SYRINGA BLOSSOMS. A BUNCH of faded syr- inga on the doctorstable speaks eloquentlyof the gratitude of a poorold French peasant. It wasgiven with such an apol-ogy because this years flowers are scarce in thedevastated regions. The poor, bruised blossomswhich spent a whole hot day in the dispensaryambulance without reviving water, curiously re-minded one of the giver. She, poor thing, isbravely living in one room, her bed, table andstove being her only material possessions; but,as she welcomes her son one knows she stillpossesses that priceless treasure, an undau
The doctor's duffel bag . 64 THE SYRINGA BLOSSOMS. A BUNCH of faded syr- inga on the doctorstable speaks eloquentlyof the gratitude of a poorold French peasant. It wasgiven with such an apol-ogy because this years flowers are scarce in thedevastated regions. The poor, bruised blossomswhich spent a whole hot day in the dispensaryambulance without reviving water, curiously re-minded one of the giver. She, poor thing, isbravely living in one room, her bed, table andstove being her only material possessions; but,as she welcomes her son one knows she stillpossesses that priceless treasure, an undauntedspirit, that, amidst all the evidences of pitiablecruelty to an old age of over eighty, can lookbeyond it all and smile. d It was when opening an abscess in this sonshand upon a previous visit that we became acquain-ted with the old lady. She is hopelessly crippledand the flowers on the table tell to the doctor, whoknows, the gift of body and spirit that came with 65 their gathering; for a broken hip, sustained fouryears ago, makes moving an
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