Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1864-03-04

| " W NatCr--lcc---Watert y he cflcu my
arm is burning up, Help, some one, for
mercy's sake don't let mc die here like
II dog
There was slight rustic through the
fre.lit darkness; shaded lamp gowed
along the aisle, and he saw the hazel
shine of a woman's pitying eyes beaming
down on his face.
q" lou are the wounded Floridian, :
said a soft voice. DIR. Cover told me
about you. Stay--l see what the matter
is; your bandagcs have become looscncd'' y
Light and cool as falling snowflake
her quick hands wet the cloths in healing
lotions, and replaced their folds.
Now, the other onc.' pleaded Re-
verc.
:" Not now. DR.. Cover says it would
njure it to be opened again at present. :"
| " But it burns like live coal !"
Il am sorry; but it will be better
soon"
You will not bathc it9' said the
young man, contracting his brows.
No"
Then shall DO it mysc'f.a he as
serted,
lie down again, you must not
Must not ?"
AlIan Revere locked deflntlv at the
melting hazel eyes and the little firm
mouth. The next minute she had passed
her hands lightly under his shonlicr aud
laid hun back, like helpless child, on
thu pillow. He flushed aud frowncd but
could not telp smiling.
How strong you are, lttle woman -
Now will you be still ?" she asked
asked, gravely regarding him.
suppose | shall have to- he re-
turned unsraciously.
! And this VAS Allan Rcvcrc's first cx.
pericncc Of the Yankee nurse.
What arc you thinking about, Miss
Vane p
/ What was she thinking about? That
would have been rather = hard question
to answer tn, dark-eycl confederate for
sitting ia the dfcary hospital ward, with
all her t.rcita patients soolhel and tend.
] cd, aud coASei i.to momeutnry quiet, she
WIS back among tac box borders aud
ow-rinrcd cedars Of the farmhouse
garden at home, the sunset burning rcdly
over the rocks, and the little brook slip
ping noisejiy across mossy le1ses AMI
grecni,l smooth masses oil stone past the
very door yard gate.
= avn NOT ute sure. MIR. R'vere
believe was ta.n>in- .boaf :5ia: aom..
"Tncn yon are glinq?9
E. MI week"
Alan K we're was ,iltia, ~ in a cq,5-
i7nr,i r.lrir, having obt.iugl. the privilege
%. coay4lz,ec..ce. bat he was very na6s
,;ia.
Md | bs.lcyc," went ON Bec,y yane,
who Wa, the very sgu! Of cln4or. "lA.t
| was al>o thinking Of tbs bciar St.
Valentines Eve
.oae al your Yankee saints"
- Mr.. Reyer. -
Pardon me Miss Iane: know ~
4 ne.u!ant brute. But 90 on; tell ms
bout s.. Valentine"
~ If vop d;dn't know I was asig
re,pcmbefio, how the country bow. ard
Girls o,,s,ry. tb.t dawn, in thsL grand
9I viI,l,rnesscs where mosfn innova-
tions are unknown"
"Tcn lve about itp|said Allan. 81
feel interested IN ,t&esc legends OF the
trozsn North."
%WeH." said Becky, stitching away
calmly at her work, "but to prove that
divinity Is not necessarily growth Of
Southern soil, III crafty you, Mr.. r.
we're, with the recital of how our youth
fdI SWANS think uothug of watching all
nisht long under their lad loves window,
50 that her first glance may fall on their
faces ia the light OF st. Valentines dawn
thereby emitting them to the privilege Of
being her Valentine all the year"
"Anl suppose a Valentine sometimes
turns into husband ?"
Often"
Becky Xane rose as she spoke, and
went across the room to bathc the fore
head of poor tcamster lad, whose pite-
Gus call had reached her ear.
"Couiouni the fellow" mut.crcl r..
we're Il wish his head was in Jericho"
You see Mr.. Allan Revere had forgot
ten the days when Beckys soft fingers
cooled the pain beneath his ictty curls.-
So selfish are We all, aud yet Allan had
noble heart after all.