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Solution Manual for Nursing Research in Canada: Methods, Critical Appraisal, and Utilization 3rd Canadian by LoBiondo-Wood download pdf full chapter
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Wood
"It was the master did that, sir. I went in his room to
take some hot water, and I heard him say to Watson: 'Send
for the Captain,' he says. 'No, sir, you keep quiet,' she says;
'you don't want the Captain here; you're all right now.'
You'd never believe, sir, how that woman lords it over him!
Why, none of the rest of us dares to contradict the old
gentleman; but, ever since she came here, she's been
worming herself into his favour, and making herself that
useful to him he thinks he can't get on without her. But this
time she was not going to get her own way. I heard what
she said, and I went up to the bed and said: 'Shall I wire for
the Captain, sir?' and the old gentleman nodded his head,
and Watson looked as if she would kill me. She doesn't like
you, doesn't Watson, sir."
"So I sent off the wire, and I'm glad you've come, sir;
you weren't long getting off."
"No, I don't, but I really can hardly tell you why. Then
you think I had better go up?"
"I fancy so. I may be wrong, mind you, but I've a great
idea that it is something more than mere affection that has
made him so anxious for you to arrive. I have been in
several times to-day, and each time he has asked if the
Captain has come, and whether I thought he would be able
to speak to the Captain when he did come."
CHAPTER III
CAPTAIN FORTESCUE'S PROMISE
But one object in the room he did look at and sigh over,
and that was a large picture, hung in a gorgeous gilt frame
on the wall, just opposite the chair in which he was sitting.
It was the full-length portrait of a woman of about forty,
with dark hair, high cheek-bones, and a very red face. She
was arrayed in gaudy colours, which harmonized as little
with each other as did the colours of the room. It was a
heavy, stupid face, with hardly a gleam of intelligence in it.
"Elkington."
"Yes, sir."
"What became of that telegram?"
"I believe so, sir; I'm afraid so. I think he must have
lost heavily, and I think, too, he must have feared bad news
this morning, he turned so white when I brought the
telegram in."
The Captain did not eat much dinner, and was glad
when the last course had been cleared away. "Now,
Elkington, see if I can go to my father."
The old man soon returned with the message that his
master would like to see the Captain at once. He therefore
went up the wide staircase, and crossed the landing to his
father's room. The door was open, and he could see Watson
standing by the bed and giving him something from an
invalid cup.
"Father, I'm sorry to find you in bed," he said, as he
went forward.
"Yes, Ken, I've had a bad turn this time. I'm glad you've
come. Watson, you can go and get your supper; do you
hear? And don't come till I ring for you."
"Yes, father."
No, the door was ajar, but the Captain closed it, and
turned the key in the lock.
"It was, Ken; they paid five, ten and twelve per cent.
sometimes, but it was all a humbugging affair, as it turns
out. I got a letter only yesterday from a man as I know,
who has shares in it, too, and he told me as how he was a-
going to sell out, and I meant to do the same. I should have
done it to-day; but it's too late now; that there wire was
from him."
"My money?"
"I've done my best for you, ever since you was a little
lad—a little motherless lad, Ken."
"Never mind about me, father; I'm very sorry for you."
"Well, I'm not long for this world, Ken, so it matters
little for me; but I'm glad you've come. I wanted to see you
and put matters straight for you. When I'm gone—"
"Don't talk like that, dad—" his old name for his father
in his boyish days—"I hope you'll soon be much better."
It was Watson.
"Ken, keep that woman out till I've told you what I want
to tell you. Is the door shut?"
"No, I don't."
"I'm afraid they are, Ken. I'm very much afraid they
are. I'm awfully sorry about it."
There was silence for some minutes, and then the old
man said feebly—
CHAPTER IV
A TROUBLED NIGHT
It was only lately that Captain Fortescue had felt the all-
importance of knowing that the soul is safe for Eternity. But
his regiment had been ordered out to the war, and, on the
eve of a great battle, he was resting in his tent when three
officers rode past it. They pulled up close to where he was,
and stood still looking at the sunset, which was a very
glorious one that evening. One of them—the eldest of the
three—said as he looked across the valley at the long lines
of the enemy—
"I wonder where we three will be when the sun sets to-
morrow evening?"
But could his poor old father say that? He was afraid
not. He felt that he ought to speak to him, but it would be
very difficult.
"Kenneth," he said.
"I'm afraid you are, father. Won't you let me send for
the clergyman to come and see you?"
"Yes, that's it, Ken. It's all dark-like, and I've not been
what I ought to ha' been."
"We have erred and strayed from Thy ways like lost
sheep. We have left undone what we ought to have done,
and have done that which we ought not to have done, and
there is no health in us."
"That's it, Ken," said the old man; "that's just it!"
"But the Lord Jesus came to save the lost sheep, father.
He will save you, if you ask Him. He died for sinners, you
know."
The old man repeated the words after his son, and
many and many a time during the day, as Captain Fortescue
sat beside him, he heard him saying softly—
And the next minute all was still, and their long watch
was ended.
CHAPTER V
THE SAFE OPENED