Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1864-03-04
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Becky Vane's Valentino.

The rain was pattcrln.f With steady
signing monotone against the little square
window of the long wooden building
window from which the ouly prospect, IA
range of iar-oif hills vciled in heavy
mist, WAS drc4ry enough. Nor was II
strange that Alan Revere, thinking o
the or.ngc-groycs aud jasamirc swanp,
of his own bright land tarHeJ With Il
grooming sigh upon his pillow, and closed
his burning eyes.
This pain is perfectly into'crahe y
he muttcred with momcntary irritation ;
Tor Allan Revere, who would have throw u
himself upon the bristing bayonets o. i
regiment Of soldiers without hiachine, and
had fought like Il ti1er even while the
scarlet blood tbbea from his litc's toun-
tain>, until iusensi1iIiiy came t" his re-
lief, was u very child in Il hospital, Ike
many another brave soldier. 1T throbs
aud burns with every breath draw the
5andages are heated through. Why does
hot sone one come TO bind on fresh ones !''
"Caut say, I'm sure sir" said the it.
tie sergeant in the next bed who had
been willing away the tedious hours with
quayoring snatches of song. Ny lie. feels
US though it was on fire.
"Oh no it doesn't" SAID the spec.acled
surgeon. who had entered from the next
ward just iii time to catch the lasswords.
AN your own fancy my wan . And
how are you getting along, my coni,der-
ute friend -
" I'm getting very cross, doctor, if that
will do YOU any gaod, said Allan sharp
ly.
IIum.m-m :" commended the surgeon
gravcly, feeling the young mans pulse;
"conslderablc ieycr-inaamat,o on running
very high
"It'll run away with me altogether be-
fore a great while said Allan. why
doctor, have lain here four hours, aud
not soul has been near me to change
the bandagcs or bathe the wound Ii
you intend to Kill me | wish you'd 90 it
al once. and not keep me lingering here =
We'll, there has been rather a lack OF
nurses lately" said the doctor, skilltully
unlastcning the feverod bandagcs "but
am expecting Vermont lady here to-
night"
"A Yankee nurse :" said Allan Re-
we're, with an indcscribable curve Of his
moustache.
Yes, Just that" said the doctor, rath-
or shortly: he was Massachusetts, man
himself, aud nothing but the chivalrie
sense of selieaey which pertains to every
true gentleman, restrained him from cut
ting retort.
"Will she wear cowhide shoes and talk
through her nose, doctor - persisted the
invalid maliciously.
Really. | don't know. Will you
have the Kindness to turn little more on
your lett side ?"
There; will tkat DO? Don't bring
her into this ward. doctor, please; teel
presentimept that Yankee nurse Is all
that is needed to finish me."
" Aren't you little cross tonight, Mr.
Reyere?" asked the doctor, smiling
Now lie still and be a good boy while |
attend to Charlie Bryon's leg"
Allan Revere mentally made up bis
mind to intercept the doctor on his re-
turning way aud aad "qaarrei it out"
with him but the cool lotions and quiet
ing draughts, added to the weak languor
of his frame, proved too much for any
belligerent intentions, aud he driiied away
into a quiet sleep, that carried him back
TO Floridan everglades and sunbathed sa-
vannas, while the chill rain played its
ceaseless tune on the wooden roof over
his head, and the wind moaned around
the lonely hospital like homeless spirit.
1t was ntarIy midnight when he awoke