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230 MEMORIES OF A SCULPTOR’S WIFE
Ashi went on with his study of law, which he had begun
before the War, and graduated. Later, during the Dis-
armament Conference in Washington, where my daughter
was living, Ashi came to luncheon with her. She told the
butler to be sure to help him upstairs, but he scorned all
assistance, and with the aid of two canes came up to the
drawing-room, cheerful and laughing as always. A friend
had brought him to the house and was to call for him in an
hour and a half.
When it was time for him to leave, Ashi said: ‘I wish
you’d come down and see Smith, if you wouldn’t mind.
He’d love it so. You see he can run a car, because he’s got
one good leg.’
So she went down and sat in the back of the car and had
a good time going over hospital days with them, and they
went off, the two young men in the front seat, happy and
laughing because they had one good leg between them and
could run a car as well as anybody.
There was one story told by a woman in the hospital
which, as she told it, was very dramatic. She had been
a Red Cross nurse in France, and when the time came for
her to leave her work, she felt very sad and very senti-
mental at the thought of saying good-bye to her charges.
She had been with these boys for months, had helped some
of them back to health, and prayed for others in their
suffering.
They were such dear, patient, cheerful boys, and she
knew that many of them had come to depend upon her and
to love her. She had changed her Red Cross uniform for
street clothes and stood there looking at them in their rows
of beds, up and down the two walls of the room, some of
them propped up, some of them flat on their backs, some
Ashi went on with his study of law, which he had begun
before the War, and graduated. Later, during the Dis-
armament Conference in Washington, where my daughter
was living, Ashi came to luncheon with her. She told the
butler to be sure to help him upstairs, but he scorned all
assistance, and with the aid of two canes came up to the
drawing-room, cheerful and laughing as always. A friend
had brought him to the house and was to call for him in an
hour and a half.
When it was time for him to leave, Ashi said: ‘I wish
you’d come down and see Smith, if you wouldn’t mind.
He’d love it so. You see he can run a car, because he’s got
one good leg.’
So she went down and sat in the back of the car and had
a good time going over hospital days with them, and they
went off, the two young men in the front seat, happy and
laughing because they had one good leg between them and
could run a car as well as anybody.
There was one story told by a woman in the hospital
which, as she told it, was very dramatic. She had been
a Red Cross nurse in France, and when the time came for
her to leave her work, she felt very sad and very senti-
mental at the thought of saying good-bye to her charges.
She had been with these boys for months, had helped some
of them back to health, and prayed for others in their
suffering.
They were such dear, patient, cheerful boys, and she
knew that many of them had come to depend upon her and
to love her. She had changed her Red Cross uniform for
street clothes and stood there looking at them in their rows
of beds, up and down the two walls of the room, some of
them propped up, some of them flat on their backs, some