The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1863-07-17
not suffer me to examine it. A most OBJ
stinate fellow, l assure you."

The longer the delay, the worse " may
be for him. II you cannot succeed, Sis-
ter, am afraid it is hopeless"
went up to the bed alone. The after
noon was darkening, but it was yet too
early forlight. In the gray twilight, the
young man was lying in his uniform out
side the covers, just as his carriers had
left him. His face was tnrned partially
away his eyes closed. The black curly
hair was clipped close, leaving the profile
exposed from brow to chin. 1t was COL
orless and regular as marble statues
He was very young--quitc boy. Who
ever owned him must have given him up
with struggle. .
"God help you, poor lad !" l said un-
conscientiously.
He open his eyes and looked up at me
dreamily. Wha. dark liquid eyes they
were But there was no intelligence in
the look he did not even seem to remem-
Der where he was.
my child" l said. quietly, al have
come to talk to you. They tell me you
have been obstinate" a '.w
|. "What do you mean % he questioned,
almost in whiaper.
Il "You would not let the surgeon see your
wound" aa aas0
He seemed to recollect something for
the first time. and glanced quickly down
at the left arm, which hung useless by
/, his side. Then laying his right hand in
stinctively on it, as if to shield it, he
/ turned aside his head, saying, abruptly
r go away, and leave me alone" rg
0 al shall do neither. Why do you Oh.
Q iect to the examination F? 1t it is from q
fear Of the pain"
r He flushed defantly, interrupting;
# al am no coward | have been in al
h the battles since Balls Bluff" r
"And yet have not the courage to sui
fer this9' -.. H
n "I tell you," he cried, his voice rising
= quite shrill, at is not because l am afraid
IL" hesitating, Il. Hold on Wi
lot you see it," r# 81
l "That would be useless | could d
l you no good. Only the surgeon can ex
tract the ball.
7, We'll, then, he shan't do it !" said he
/, pesvishly. .'Not if it costs me my life
/ and there's an end of it,
A. was in quandary.
Ie "This is silly, my good lad, and wors
than silly. Think how it would be if an
1t, of your friends at home--your mother ft
- instance -" atffa'
er lA A sort Of convulsion passed over hi
face, leaving it as white as death. II
le waved me back with his hand murmul
so ing as before.
"Go away and leave me alone"
"For Gods sake, consider the conse
qucnces r |. pleaded, earnestly. g
s. would be cruel kindness to deceive you
ne You will lose your arm, possibly you
+ life, for whim. Indeed, if you do M
n. give your consent, l shall be tempted
ID. act without it,"
The Significance Of the last works struc
him. He turned and regarded ME sharI
: '"You are Sister of Charity ?" A
no eyes, thank God !" ~ ''.
III "You will stand by me during the o.
Grafton %
,r- "With all my heart"
"Then, I, consent" he said, slowly,
if the words were wrung out Of him (
torture.
The night had fallen. 1t was too da1
in to ret the arm ready for the surgean.-
at1 One of the Sisters was passing with cal
die | took it from her. ! was bo'
ad ovejoyed and puzzled at my success
Il but it was no time for hair splitting
n. Placing the light SO that it would fall {
% the injured limb, hastily ripped up, fiji
IT, the coat, then the shirt-sleeve. The ar
,,n was laid bare. What did l see? dro
~ ~ ped the scissors; schooled tas | was
a self.control, l almost shrieked aloud.
Fair, round and smooth. despite {
i'd ugly wound, it was the arm ' Of a W "
sF man !ssa ssg9 .t.r y1 ..--4 waE
4. A woman and in such place
ne such garb! Her eyes were upon 7
,,t as If she would search my soul. VII