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Title: Love Stories

Author: Mary Roberts Rinehart

Release Date: March 26, 2005 [EBook #15473]

Language: English

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THE WORKS OF
MARY ROBERTS RINEHART

LOVE STORIES

THE REVIEW OF REVIEWS COMPANY
Publishers NEW YORK

PUBLISHED BY ARRANGEMENT
WITH GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY.

Copyright, 1919, By George H. Doran Company

Copyright, 1912, 1913, 1916, by the Curtis Publishing Company
Copyright, 1912, by The McClure Publications, Inc.
Copyright, 1917, by The Metropolitan Magazine Co.

CONTENTS

I
TWENTY-TWO

II
JANE

III
IN THE PAVILION

IV
GOD'S FOOL

V
THE MIRACLE

VI
"ARE WE DOWNHEARTED? NO!"

VII
THE GAME

LOVE STORIES

TWENTY-TWO

I

The Probationer's name was really Nella Jane Brown, but she was
entered in the training school as N. Jane Brown. However, she meant
when she was accepted to be plain Jane Brown. Not, of course, that
she could ever be really plain.

People on the outside of hospitals have a curious theory about
nurses, especially if they are under twenty. They believe that they
have been disappointed in love. They never think that they may
intend to study medicine later on, or that they may think nursing is
a good and honourable career, or that they may really like to care
for the sick.

The man in this story had the theory very hard.

When he opened his eyes after the wall of the warehouse dropped, N.
Jane Brown was sitting beside him. She had been practising counting
pulses on him, and her eyes were slightly upturned and very earnest.

There was a strong odour of burnt rags in the air, and the man
sniffed. Then he put a hand to his upper lip--the right hand. She
was holding his left.

"Did I lose anything besides this?" he inquired. His little
moustache was almost entirely gone. A gust of fire had accompanied
the wall.

"Y