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again. Saints of heaven, could it be pos
sible? Trembling violently, he called to
the driver of the ambulance:
Quick! 60 to that gentleman! Demand
his name and whittier he is going!"
The man leaned down. and, joining the
group Mt the side of the carriage, addressed
the stranger Then he came back to
Hartmann. and said, saluting:
His name, Herr Captain, is the Chew
alier de Gavrolles, and he is returning in
valided to his home yonder at the cha
teau."
Had an angel from heaven alighted
upon his path, bringing some happy mes:
sage from another world, Hartmann could
not have feis .;!der rapture OF more
wondering awe. A cry broke from his
lips; his eyes swan with sudden tears
Oh. the goodness of God! the great mercy
and marvel of His ways! The world
Frightened as if with morning sunshine.
Earth and heaven seemed radiant with
some holy light
ASK him to come this way. Entreat
him. must speak to him. Quick, for
Heavens sake"
Inc man ooeyea and again walked over
to the carriage, where the coachman, as
sisted by the soldiers, was busy attempt
ing to mend the wheel. Then, after q
minute, the gentleman, leaning on his
crutch and partly supported by the soldier
in undress, made his way laboriously to
the side of the ambulance.
Hartmann leaned over with trembling,
outstretched hands, while the other looked
up at him in surprise.
Monsieur, do you not know me?" cried
the German. "Ah, heaven! do you not
remember? I left you for dead. You
gave me that last message-that medal
lion?"
rs it possible?" returned the Chevalier.
aThe German officer Who"
who thought that he was guilty OF your
death, but who now thanks God for restor-
ing yous unexpectedly to life. All, mon
sieur, it is O miraclel It is Gods doing!
Tell mellow did it happen? How were
you saved?"
by your countrymen," answered the
Chevalier, smiling and taking Hartmann 8
hand. "A party Of Germans carrying the
Red Cross found me lying where you left
me, and, discovering some faint signs OF
life, bore me to their ambulance. Your
surgeons are both skillful and humane;
under their care I at last recovered"
!
mann, raising his eyes to heaven, while
the tears streamed down his cheeks and ne
sobbed like little child.
That evening DR.. Huet stood by
Blanches bedside, watching her as she
slept under the influence of narcotic ad-
ministered in the afternoon. Suddenly she
stirred, moaned family and opened her
eyes. The wild look of delirium had faded
from her face and DR.. Huet saw that she
recognized him.
Then, in O moment, came memory,
flashed before her like mirror. All he1
brain was clear and he saw that she re-
membered. With wild cry she covered
her face with her hands and uttered hel
fathers name.
"Mademoiselle, said the Doctor gently,
4are you listening? I have something to
tell you"
She drew her hands from her face and
raised her eyes to his. He placed his hand
softly upon her shoulder and continued in
the same kindly tone:
will you tell me about your dreamsi
Sometimes, think, they were about youl
father, my old friend the Chevalier, were
they not2 All! then you must not distress
yourself. Sometimes, when love is so
great as yours, it works miracles and brings
back the dead"
Who was that stirring the shadow Of
the door and listening? Blanche could
not see, for her eyes were blind with tears.
1Fathes:: ff.!ss"l' she cried.
-Mademo,sE,Ie, 90 not weep. l have
had news which will give You comfort
Your father lives still, and sends you his
loving blessing"
She rose up in bed with wild cry and
seized Huets arm.
Lives! lives!" she cried. @No; he is
dead! He killed him. Monsieur, fol
PHYS sake, tell me! What have you
heard?"
Who was this stealing into the chamber
"a tall, gray man, with face full OF
eager love and rapture, and eyes full OF
binding tears?
Was she dreaming still, or was it the
spirit of her father? No. not dreaming,
and no spirit. He came close to her; he
bent over her.
Blanche, my darling, do you not kno"
me? It is I-your father"
Father" she cried; nnd, opening her
arms to embrace him, fell swooning upon
his breast.
my child, my child!' he sobbed. 4
have killed her.
mo, old friend" said the good Doctor,
brushing away tear from his own cheek.
Joy does not kill 60 easily; she will re-
cover"