The Yale expositor., 1895-04-26

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man, assisted by the soldiers, was
busily attempting to mend the wheel
Then, after minute, the gentleman,
leaning on his crutch, and partly sup
ported by the soldier in undress, made
his way laboriously to the side of the
ambulance.
Hartmann leaned over with from
bling, outstretched hands, while the
other looked up at him in surprise.
Monsieur, do you not know meP"
cried the German. "Ah, heaven! do
you not remember? / left you for
dead. You gave me that last message
the medallion?"
"Is it possibleP" returned the che
Waller. 1.-The German officer who"
"Who thought that he was guilty
of your death, but who now thanks
God for restoring you so unexpectedly
to life. All! monsieur, it is miracle!
1t is Gods doing! Tell mellow did
it happen? How were you savedP"
"By your countrymen, answered
the chevalier, smiling and taking
Hartmann's hand. ga party of Ger
mans. carrying the Red Cross, found
me lying where you left me, and dis
covering some faint signs OF life, bore
me to their, ambulance. Your sur
geons are both skillful and humane;
under their care l at last recovered"
THANK God! thank God" cried
Hartmann, raising his eyes to heaven,
while the tears streamed down his
cheeks and he sobbed like a little
child.
That evening DR.. Huet stood by
Blanche's bedside, watching her as
she slept under the influence of mar
cotic administered in the afternoon.
Suddenly she stirred, moaned family
and opened her eyes. The wild look
of delirium had faded from her face,
and Huet saw that she recognized
him. Then, in a moment, came mem
ory, flashed before her like mirror.
All her brain was clear, and he saw
that she remembered. With a wild
cry she covered her face with her
hands and uttered her fathers name.
''Mademoiselle, said the doctor,
gently, t'are you listening? l have
something 10 tell you.
She shivered through and through,
but made do reply.
You have been i'll, mademoiselle;
and in illness like yours one has often
terrible dreams. Not dreams only,
but Authorizations. / have watched
you, and listened to you; sometimes |
have almost smiled, knowing what
strange fancies have possessed 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
dreams? Sometimes, | think, they
we're about your father, my old friend,
the chevalier, were they not? 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.
"Father! father!' she cried.
"Mademoiselle, do not weep.
have had news which will give you
comfort. Your father lives still, and
sends you his living blessing"
She rose up in bed with wild cry,
and seized Huet's arm.
Lives! lives!" she cried. "No; he
is deadl He killed him! Monsieur,
for PHYS sake, tell me! what have
you heard?"
Who was this stealing in the cham
ber-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, AM
no spirit. He came close to her; he
bent over her.
blanche, Ia darling! Do you not
know me? 1t is Your father!'
Father" she cried, and opening
her arms to embrace him, fell swoon-
ing upon his breast.
MY child, my child" he sobbed.
IL have killed herr
mo, old friend" said the good doc
tor, brushing away tear from his
own cheek. Joy does not kill so east
ly; she will recover"