The Wichita daily eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1890-1906, 1892-02-11

, his face changed.
''Jim Vickersl" said Roland.
Roland Pearse.' cried the other, an,
for moment there was silence between
: them.
Last time your name passed m,
lips" said Roland slowly, 'I swore t,
put bullet into you on sight"
81 guess you needn't" said VickTs
give got two already. Not that Tn
particular to a bullet or so, only vol
might finish the letter first, anyhow
For Gods sake, Pearse," he continued
sudden emotion conquering his dare
devil cynicism, "write the letter! IT:
for Rose. She won't have cent in tht
world if l can't send her the news
want you to write, and she and the child
will starve. | got her by trick, know
and a nasty trick, too; but I'd have done
murder to get her. She was the one
woman | ever cared a straw for, really.
And she loves me too. Shoot me if you
like, but for God sake write the let
| ter"
Roland bent his head over the scrap OF
paper again.
go on" he said hoarsely, and Wick
ers went on, painting out the words with
an eagerness which proved the sincerity
of his affection The letter had regard
to the disposition of certain sums OF
money for which the voucher had been
destroyed by fire during the siege of
Philipville two days previously. 1t
was scarcely ended when bugle sounded
from the camp.
That's the sentinel's recall" said Ro-
land. Il must get in. I'll forward the
letter the first chance get"
He rose. Vickers, with dumb agony
of grateful entreaty in his face, feebly
held up his left hand-the right arm was
shattered. After moments hesitation
Roland bent and took it.
Here" he said, take this"
He dropped his flask beside him.
"Keep your heart up; perhaps you amt
as bad as you think. I'll see if can get
help for you"
Tears started to the wounded wretch's
eyes.
"Rose had better have taken you,
guess" he said. Roland turned sharply
away.
"Tn be back as quickly as can," he
said, and plowed his way back into
camp without single backward glance.
Coming to large tent, the only one in
the camp, roughly run up as a tempo
rary hospital, he passed between two
rows of PROSTATE figures, sunk in the
sleep of exhaustion or tossing in agony,
to where a man in the uniform of an
army surgeon was bending, pipe in
mouth, over the body of a patient. al
want to speak to you when you've fin
ished, Ned"
The surgeon nodded without raising
his eyes, completed his task, ran his
blood stained fingers YEARLY through
his hair and turned to Roland with a
yawn and a SILVER.
THAT'S the last of 'em," he said; "Pve
been at it since nightfall, and I'm dead
beat. Cut it short, old man; we start
in an hour, and mean to get wink of
sleep"
I'm afraid you'll have to do without
it," said Roland. "Do you remember
Jim VickersF'
"Jim Vickers?" repeated the surgeon.
"Oh, yesl The man who married Rose
Bishop"
Roland WINGED and nodded.
"He's out there, shot in the arm and
leg. Says he's dying. He didn't know
me, and asked me to write word for
him to Rose-to his wife. | want you
to come and have a look at him."
The surgeon shrugged, with half
yawn.
''He's Reb, s'pose? Haven't seen
him in our crowd"
EYES," said Roland, "but one man is
pretty much the same to you as another
1 reckon, and-you know Rose. You
might save him" 4
Ned shrugged again, tossed some lint
and other necessaries into a bag on the
table and they set out together. They
found Vickers asleep, with the empty
whisky flask lying on the snow beside
him.
There was a ruined shed at hundred
yards distance to which they carried the
wounded man, who awoke and groaned
as he was raised. Arrived under shelter,
Ned silently betook himself to examin-
ing Vickers wounds. Arm and leg were
both shattered, and three of his ribs
were broken by horses hoof. Roland
watched his friends face, but it wore
the aspect of even gravity common to
the faces of men of his profession en-
gagged at their work, and nothing was to
be learned from it. His task finished,
he patted his patients shoulder, collected
his tools and left the shed. Roland fol-
lowed him to the door.
what do you Think Can he pull
through"
'He would with proper nursing and
good food; not without"
"Can we take him with us7"
"No, the colonel wouldn't hear of it.
We have to join Meade at Petersburg
in two days, and we can't afford to be
bothered with lame prisoners. Leave
him some biscuit and a bottle of whisky
and let him take his chance. We've
done all we could"
81 can't leave him" said Roland.
you've got mighty fond of him all of
a sudden, said Ned, with something of
q sheer.
I'm as fond of him as I always was"
answered Roland. Its Rose"
We'll" said the other after a mo-
ment's silence, and with the air he might !
have worn had he found himself forced !
TO apply the knife to the flesh of his own !
child, IF you want my opinion you |
slail have it. You'll do long sight |
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