Ethel Lynn Beers

“ The air seemed to grow bright around me. The transport and its weary freight; the rocking, ceaseless waves; the crouching forms about me passed away; and I was again by the side of Cress-kill with a wounded arm, and Oolie—dear, sorrowful, lost Oolie—was by my side.
"What's the matter, Guy?" said the steady voice of my friend. "Your cigar is out, and your blanket is streaming out like a flag. Have you turned clean daft?"
"I believe I have. Tell me, if you can, what I must do. See if you can prescribe for a man who has been a stupid fool." ”

“ Oh, the sorrows that we doctors can not help knowing, which are safe from all the world besides! The bitter struggle of that poor Oolie's life has been enough to bow a strong man down. I wonder how it is now with her, poor child! ”

“ Many and many a time have I seen that poor girl on her knees begging her mother to give it up, when she had periled her life by an extra dose. And then the wretched woman would promise, and try to keep her word until the demon power grew strong again, and by threats of self-destruction, or appeals to Oolie's tenderness, she would wring from her promise to give her rest and peace in the old farm. ”