"Wonderful courage," "intrepidity of
action," "strength of purpose," "no weakening pity"these are terms that
are often used in describing Elsie Inglis. But there is another side to
her character, not so well known, from its very nature bound to be less
known, which it is the purpose of this chapter to discover.
Elsie Inglis was a very loving woman, and she was a child-lover. From
every source that touched her life, and, touching it, brought her into
contact with child-life, she, by her interest in children, drew to
herself this healing link with the future. The children of her poorer
patients knew well the place they held in her heart. "They would watch
from the windows, on her dispensary days, for her, and she would wave to
them across the street. She would often stop them in the street, and ask
after their mother, and even after she had been to Serbia and had
returned to Edinburgh she remembered them and their home affairs."
The daily letters to her father, written from Glasgow and London and
Dublin, are full of stories about the children of her patients. Who but
a genuine child-lover could have found time to write to a little niece,
under twelve, letters from Serbia and Russiaone in August, 1915, during
"The Long, Peaceful Summer," and the other in an ambulance train near
Her book,The Story of a
Modern Woman, contains many descriptions which reveal a mind to whom
the ways of children are of deep interest. We draw once more from the
pages of the novel, as in no other way can we show so well the
mother-heart that was hers.
One of Hildeguard's friends, dying in India, leavesthree
small children, whom she commends to her pity. Hildeguard's heart
responds at once, and the orphans find their home with her. Her first
meeting with the frightened children and their black nurse is described
"'Just let's wait a minute or two,' said Hildeguard. 'Let them get
used to me. Well, Baby,' she said, turning to the ayah, and holding
out her arms.
"With a great leap and a gurgle Baby precipitated himself towards
her, his strong little hands clutching uncertainly at the brooch at
her throat. Then the buttons distracted him, and then, after a
serious look at her face, his eyes suddenly caught sight of the hat
above it, and the irresistible gleam of some ornament on it. With
wildly working hands he pulled himself to his feet, and, with one
fat little hand on her face, grabbed at the shining jet.
"Hildeguard, laughing, and submitting herself half resistingly to
the onslaught, felt her hat dragged sideways by the uncertain little
"She held the little one close to her, still laughing, kissing the
firm little arms and hands, and talking baby nonsense as if it had
been her mother-tongue for years.
"The brooch again caught Baby's eye, and he made another determined
raid on it. He seized it and pricked his finger. Down went the
corners of his mouth.
"'There now,' said Hildeguard, 'I knew you'd do that, you duckie
boy,' kissing the pricked hand over and over again. 'And good little
sonnie is not to cry. A watch is much safer than a brooch: now let's
see if we can get at it,' feeling in her belt.
"The watch was grabbed at and went straight to his mouth.
"'Does your watch blow open?' asked Rex.
"'Come and see,' said Hildeguard.
"Rex came without a moment's hesitation. Eileen was forgotten in the
interest of a new investigation. The watch did blow open. How
exceedingly exciting! He leaned both arms on Hildeguard's knee while
he defended the watch from Baby's greedy attacks. Then he suddenly
remembered something of more importance.
"'I've got a watch too.' He wriggled wildly with excitement, and
pulled out a Waterbury.
"'Well, you are a lucky boy!' said Hildeguard.
"Eileen had come forward too, but Hildeguard waited for her to speak
before noticing the advance. Rex was standing near to her, pointing
out the beauties of the watch, the hands, etc.
"'Andandbigger like that'stretching his arms wide'bigger like
that than your watch.'
"'Your watch,' said Eileen, 'is little and tiny, like Mummy's watch.
But Mummy's watch pins on here,' dabbing at Hildeguard's blouse.
Then suddenly she raised swimming eyes to Hildeguard's: 'I do want
Mummy,' she said.
"'Darling,' cried Hildeguard, catching Baby with her right arm, so
as to free the other to draw Eileen to her'Darling, so we all do.'"
It is a simple account of the little ways of shy
children. Many a mother could have written it equally well.
But the interest of Elsie Inglis's descriptions of children lies in the
fact that they come from the pen of a woman of action, a woman of iron
nerve, and they give us the other side of her character.
And thenshe was a woman whom no child called mother! But thank God the
instinct is not one that can be dammed up or lost, and in these writings
we get a glimpse of that motherhood which was hers, and which her life
showed to be deep enough and wide enough to sweep under its wing the
human souls, men, women, and children, who, passing near it, and being
in need, cried out for help, and never cried in vain. To quote a
"The emotions which are the strongest force in a woman must not live in
the past; they must not be used introspectively, nor for personal
pleasure and gratification. Used thus, they destroy the woman and weaken
the race. Butflung
forward, flung into interests outside of the woman herself, and thus
transmuted into power, they become to her her salvation, and to the race
a constructive element."
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