ty.
Metaphysical mathematicians imagine that there is possibly a "fourth
dimension," by the existence of which many hitherto inexplicable
phenomena may be explained. They think that probably this fourth
dimension is SUCCESSION OF TIME.

So endurance of unendurable things is explainable on the ground that but
a small portion of them has to be endured in any given space of time.

It is the old fable of the clock, whose pendulum and wheels stopped one
day, appalled by the discovery that they would have to move and tick
over three million times a year for many wearisome years, but resumed
work again when reminded that they would only have to tick ONCE each
second.

So it was with Rachel Bond.

The unendurable whole of a month's or a week's experience was endurable
when divided in detail and spread over the hours and days.

She was a woman--young and high-natured.

Being a woman she had a martyr-joy in affliction that comes in the guise
of duty. Young, she enjoyed the usefulness and importance attached to
her work in the hospital. High-natured, she felt a keen satisfaction in
triumphing over daily difficulties and obstacles, even though these were
mainly her own feelings.

Though months had gone by it seemed as if no amount of habituation could
dull the edge of the sickening disgust which continually assailed her
sense and womanly instincts. The smells were as nauseating, the sights
as repulsive, the sounds of misery as saddening as the day when she
first set foot inside the hospital.

From throbbing heart to dainty finger-tip, every fiber in her maidenly
body was in active rebellion while she ministered to the rough and
coarse men who formed the bulk of the patients, and whose afflictions
she could not help knowing were too frequently the direct result of
their own sins and willful disobedience of Nature's laws.

One day, when flushed and wearied with the peevish exactions of a
hulking fellow whose indisposition was trifling, she said to Dr.
Denslow:

"It is distressing to find out how much unmanliness there is in
apparently manly men."

"Yes," answered the doctor, with his customary calm philosophy; "and it
is equally gratifying to find out how much real manliness there is in
some apparently unmanly men. You have been having an experience with
some brawny subject?"

"Yes. If the fellow's spirit were equal to his bone and brawn, he would
o'ertop, Julius Caesar. Instead, he whimpers like a school-girl."

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