The weekly Thibodaux sentinel and journal of the 8th Senatorial District. [volume] (Thibodaux, Lna. [i.e. La.]) 1875-1898, 1893-03-18

" SoseS AAO uAe@y aS"o AaS~A 40
Now, be easy" said Private Spicer.
who was cleaning his gun by the bedside.
you're all right, my boy. Where are
your Why in the captains tent. to be
sure, and that's pretty good quarters for
the rank and file. l should think"
1.-THE captain's tent? How caine Ihere?"
That's Just what | can't tell you
you'll have to ask himself, l guess. You
amt any relation to Captain keene, be
your
.Keene-Keener' repeated the man.
Because" pursued Spicer. IF you'd
been his W brother born, he couldn't
have taken better care of you. His cous-
in, maybe?:"
"Nol God f'>rgive me. mol" faltered
the wounded man with a low. bitter
groan.
Here he is now" said Spicer. the ia
miliar acce S of his voice falling to a
more respec' FULLY modulated tone as he
rose and saiuted his officer, Hes all
right, captain-as clear headed as a bell!'
Very We /, Spicer; you can 60"
The priv te obeyed with alacrity.
When they were alone together in the
tent, Wallace Keene came to the low bed
side.
80 you're all right. Mr.. Harvey" he
asked kindly.
Captain -.eene," murmured Harvey,
shrinking from the soothing tone as if it
had been "a dagger's point. Il have no
right to expect this treatment at your
hands,"
"Oh, never mind" said the young man
lightly. What can / do to make you
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 once 70 grossly insulted
should see them fall.
The next day he again alluded to the
home subject.
Captain Keene, you asked me yester-
day what you could do for meT
Yes"
II want you to obtain leave for May
to come and nurse me when | am trans
ferred to hospital"
Captain Keene turned toward the sick
man q 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. But
"Weily"
Keene's cheek colored. and he bit his lip.
II should not suppose she wolld be
willing to l"ave her husband for the very
uncertain c~~nforts of hospital life"
Harvey s. lied. looking into his COM
panion's fac with keen, searching eyes.
May is not married. Captain Keene.
She has no such appendage as q hus-
bandr'
mot marriedr'
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 on Harvey. ''she loved
a certain young volunteer who left s.
about two years ago too well ever to be-
come any other mans wife"
"H~arney-you dono mean to say
II do. though. old fellow. and. wat is
more. | mean to say that since I've been
lying in this tent my eyes have been pref
~ fb0r..,,, ytfS, <,pa,,nl IN II NV q hcv, ri
folly and impertinence."
J Captain ! ene wrung his companions
hand and ! rried away, to mistake the
bootjack for .he inilstand and to comm
several other no less inexcusable absurd.
ties.
Il see you'll get nothing written to
day." sighed Harvey as be lay watchir
Wallace keene tear up sneet after sheet
of condemned note paper.
Il shall. though" smiled Wallace.
Only | can't tell exactly which end Of
my letter to begin at"
Captain keene did write-and if he in.
serted a li.tis foreign matter into the
epistle it oi,.n't matter, for Harvey. o.
siderate fellow. never asked to see it.
Marion c;1ne and when her brother
was promoted into the convalescent
ward, ana nae Went home again. it wa
only to lose herself in bowers of orange
blossoms. iore..ts Of white satin ribbon
and acres Of peariy. shimmering silk
shot with tros.y licanls of silvery bro
cade, for tie course Of true love, ;,ftnl
all its turn and intr.cacies. had at leng
found its Wy lnto the sunshine and wal
running 81 o.--y over sands of gold
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