The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1896-11-25

who knitted him. That's the reason why
Boy Sladen took to me even before the
colonel, an that's why, first and fore
most, I've claim to see to the wants
an wishes of the boy"
Nurse Gaughan could not understand.
| This speech was too great puzzle for
| her to unravel, and she still kept silence.
"That bein So" continued the order
~, 81 think we ought to come to some
arrangement. -
Nurse Gaughan murmured, Certain
| ly, il You wish, " and Dennis went away
contented.
! The arrangement that had been made
answered well, and Boy Sladen, watched
necessarily and closely, wanted for moth
ing. But his stay ON earth was limited,
and both Nurse Gaughan and Private
Dennis knew it. To Nurse Gaughan he
became friendly and confidential rs the
week wore on, and his greatest pleasure
was to draw picture of himself as the
drum major.
''You know what the drum major is,
nurse?" he asked one day.
Eyes, 5" replied Nurse Gaughan read.
lily, forgetting for the moment Boy Sla-
denis ambition.
"Some day, nurse" continued Boy
Sladen, for I'm getting stronger now.
and l shall soon be able to get out Of
bed, shall march at the head Of ours
as drum major Then when I'm a man
you II SEQ me go past. and you'll say to
your husband and children, for it'll be
some time yet, See. that's Boy Sladen
Of the band, that nursed through
feverr And l shall know what you say.
although / shan't be able to look. I'm
certain that il you're about shall
know.
''But, said Nurse Gaughan, hadn't
you better go to sleepf Do try and rest
| n little. -
| 81 don't want to go to sleep. said
Boy Sladen. Why, the men'll be pa
rading soon. Even if went to sleep /
should wake up as soon as heard the
band play and the tramp of the feet.
| I'll go to sleep when they've left bar
racks. That II be two hours yet. Won't
| you try and go to sleep bit, nursep
| You look so tired and worn out. Do
try, or I'll feel I'm q nuisance.
"Nurses mustn't sleep on duty" said
Nurse Gaughan, but I'll sit in the
chair, if that will please you.
Well, do that, then, said Boy Sla-
den.
Nurse Gaughan, weary with watch
ing, felt "a drowsiness steal over her that
she could not conquer. She glanced
more than once at her charge, but he
made no sign Of wanting her help, and
when she last looked his eyes were
closed, and he seemed to be asleep No
sound broke the silence, and Nurse
Gaughan also closed her eyes and slum
bered.
Boy Sladen's sleep was short and
troubled His delirium was returning.
and when he woke he started up in bed
and looked wildly about. Nurse Gaugh-
an slept on, and Boy Sladen. hearing
the shuffiing Of feet outside, cast the
bedclothes silently from him and crept
noiselessly to the window. lie saw the
men falling in, and mad idea seized
him. He glanced at the nurse, who
slumbered still; then crept softly past
her, and as soon as he was outside ran
swiftly toward the battalion. He was
in rear of the men, and no one saw him
coming.
The drum major, pompous in demean-
or and rigid in the wealth Of gold and
scarlet that generous people gave him.
had taken up his post at the head Of the
band. The staff, with the great silver
ornament at the head OF it, was grace
fully balanced against his tunic, and
the drum major was pulling on his
white gloves just shade more. for the
women were watching from the married
quarters Suddenly the staff was
wrenched away. and looking in stupid
amazement for the cause he saw Boy
Sladen standing beside him. clad only
in his nightdress, bareheaded and bare
footed.
A wild light was shining in Boy Sla-
denis eyes. He planted the staff firmly
on the ground at arms length. then
twirled it round his head as he had seen
the drum major twirl it, and before any
one had time to speak he cried, Strike
up the March of Gordon's Ownr" He
stepped out gravely, as the drum major
did, and turned the staff rhythmically
and in graceful circles in the air.
He was humming the tune as he
marched, when Nurse Gaughan, startled
and terrified, ran across the parade to-
ward him. She seized the staff, and
needless alike of its magniflcence and
the stony horror of the drum major.
flung it to the ground. and putting her
arms around Boy Sladen she lifted his
little, wasted form and bore it into the
hospital.
The colonels quick eye had caught
Boy Sladen's words. "It's the last favor
he'll ever need," he muttered, and he
repeated the command.
The drums were beaten brave1y, the
cymbals clashed melodionsly, and the
reed and brass made martial music as
the battalion crunched the gravel of the
parade to the March of Gordon Own. =
An hour later Boy Sladen OF the band
was dead. But he was satisfied. He had
realized his ambition. Strand Maya
zine. 4
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ordinary glass tube with rubber bulb
fitted on, it is well to remember that 90
drops make one teaspoonful.