Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-06-19
HOW IS THE SOLDIER WHO WAS SHOT?

your paying for it I've only got to order
| it"
"Oh! but should like to do something, /"
said poor Miriam eagerly. It's dreadful
| to me to think of him lying there-when
know And she covered her face with
| her hand.
You know his history, Of course?"
eyes; but no one must suspect this, DR..
| Reed. For his sake-for mine, no one must
KNOW"
"Well, no one shall know from me-"
'Thank you 1 do not know how to
thank you enough. And there is another
thing want to ask: If it we're necessary
that I should write few lines to him, how
| should address him?''
''You mean his name? 1 presume Dare is
an assumed one?"
"Yes"
''Private Dare, and the name of his regi-
ment would reach him But if you mean to
write to him in the hospital you had better
direct it to the hospital, or under cover to
me-"
"You are very good-I-I shall want to
write few words to him-but not just yet;
N till he is better"
will let you know how he goes on; and
may tell him what you have said?"
"Oh! I don't know" said Miriam, as if
might hear-that anyone might suspect. Oh!
Dr. Reed, my position is so difficult can
net even tell you all-can tell no one, and
yet I trust you."
"You have told me enough to make me
very sorry for you both. And If there is
anything can do to help you, please ask
me-"
"I am very grateful-tel him that
that
II will change this mixture, I think"
said the doctor, suddenly assuming his pro-
fessional tone and manner and taking up
medicine bottle standing on the table, for
his quick ears had caught. the sound of
Mrs Clyde's returning footsteps, and the
tered the room. 81 was just saying to Miss
Clyde" he continued, "that will change
her medicine to-day, and she must promise
to take the new mixture three times day."
II will see to that" said Mrs Clyde,
with smile. "But how is this, my dear?
You have not taken your beef tea and it
has got almost cold"
81 like it best cold, mother, I think"
said Miriam with embarrassment
"Oh, well, it can be heated again if it is
too cold. Are these grapes not splendid,
DR.. Reed?" continued Mrs. Clyde, pointing
to basket of beautiful grapes which had
been sent by Sir James MacKennon. Gas
tell Miriam, she Is q lucky girl to have
such presents sent to her."
'They are very fine grapes indeed" an
swered DR.. Reed.
"Do have some, Doctor" said Miriam,
with quick and sudden blush, which her
mother noticed
He took one or two, and saw BY the visit
full look in Miriam's soft, dark eyes that
she was thinking of someone else-of the
poor fellow lying in the hospital without
1uxuries of any kind. At least so he under
stood the pathetic glance-pathetic and
trustful, and the young doctor felt very
much inclined at this moment to fall in love
with her himself
But Mrs. Clyde took good care that dur
ing the next few days Miriam had no more
private interviews with DR.. Reed. She was
always by her daughters side, and Miriam
therefore heard nothing more of the
wounded soldier. Then she was allowed to
go downstairs once more, and Sir James.
came full of joy at her recovery and full of
happiness at seeing her again.
And Miriam, pale, fair and delicate, sat
with her hand clasped in her lovers, list
ening sadly to his words of tenderness and
love. 1t was unjust to him, she told her
ceive him as she was forced to do
sometimes would murmur to herself after
these interviews. "But I cannot, dare
not-no one must ever know"
And so time passed on; Miriam had been
ill up stairs more than a week, and then
another week glided away, when she saw Sip
James, but was still considered an invalid.
Three more weeks indeed elapsed, and it
only wanted one week to the time which
Mrs. Clyde had originally fixed on as
Miriam's wedding.d :, and but five weeks to
the time Miriam had finally consented to
be married, and therefore Mrs Clyde felt
that it beloved her once more to bestir her.
self
She had written to her daughter, Mrs.
Conray, to tell her the wedding had been
deferred month on account Of Miriam's
illness, and invited the General and joan
again to b present at the ceremony. To
this letter Mrs Conray replied accepting
her mothers invitation and regrefting
greatly to hear that Miriam was ILL And
she wrote also to Miriam-a guarded, though