The McCook tribune. (McCook, Neb.) 1886-1936, 1893-03-10
have taken better sale of you. His cous-


have taken bettar iaIe Of you. His cous-
In, maybe?'
mo! God forgive me. nor faltered
the wounded man with a low, bitter
groan.
Here he is now," said Spicer, the fa-
miliar accents of his voice falling to q
more respectfully modulated tone as he
rose and saluted his officer. He's all
right, captain-as clear headed as a bellv'
VERY well, Spicer; you can CO."
The private obeyed with alacrity.
When they were alone together in the
tent, Wallace Keene came to the low bed
side.
$50 you're all right. Mr.. Harney?'' he
asked kindly.
Captain Keene," murmured Harvey,
shrinking from the soothing tone as if it
had been a dagger's point, Il have no
right to expect this treatment 1t your
hands,"
"Oh, never mind" said the young man
lightly. What can ! do to make ycl
more comfortable"
Harvey was silent, but his eyes were
full of the tears he fain would drive back
tears Of remorseful shame-and he
turned his flushed face away lest the
man he had ace 80 grossly insulted
should see them fall.
The next day he again alluded to the
home subject.
Captain Keeno, you asked me yester-
day what you could do for me?'
"Yes."
II want you to obtain leave for May
TO come and nurse me when I am trans
ferred to hospital"
Captain Keene turned toward the sick
man a face white and hard as marble
and said in a strangely altered voice:
"Do you mean your sister,
"My sister-yes."
"Of course, if you wish it, l can OBJ
tain permission. Harvey. Butt
"Well?''
Keene's cheek colored, and he bit his lip.
81 should not suppose she would be
willing to leave her husband for the very
uncertain comforts of hospital life."
Harvey smiled, looking into his COM
panlon's face with keen, searching eyes.
"May is not married, Captain Keene.
She has no such appendage as a hus-
band!'
Mot married."
II know what you thought. She was
engaged and almost married. We had
nearly induced her to become Lisle Spen-
GERS wife, but she refused on the very
eve of the wedding day."
Keene had risen and was pacing up and
down the narrow limits of the tent with
feverish haste.
Because" went IN Harvey, ''she loved
a certain young volunteer who left S.
about two years ago too well ever to be-
come any other mans wife"
Harvey o do not mean to say
II do, though, old fellow, and, what is
more, | mean to say that since I've been
lying in this tent my eyeshave been pref
ty thoroughly opened to my own absurd
folly and impertinence."
Captain Keene wrung his companions
hand and hurried away, to mistake the
bootjack for the inkstand and to commit
several other no less inexcusable absurdi-
ties.
Il see you'll get nothing written to-
day." sighed Harvey as he lay watching
Wallace Keene tear up sheet after sheet
of condemned note paper.
81 shall, though" smiled Wallace.
'Only l can't tell exactly which end of
my letter to begin at"
Captain Keene did write-andif he in
serted a little foreign matter into the
epistle it didn't matter, for Harvey, con-
siderate fellow, never asked to see it.
Marion came, and when her brother
a promoted into the convalescent
ward, and she went home again, it was
only to lose herself in bowers of orange
blossoms, forests Of white satin ribbon
and acres of pearly, shimmering silk,
shot with frosty CLEANS Of silvery bro
cade, for the course of true love, after
all its turn and ~intricacies, had at length
found its way into the sunshine and was
running smoothly over sands of gold
A. R. in New York News.