Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1897-09-10

"hlth nau Deen empty inc previous
evening
Whom did he come in, and who is
hep she asked
Some poor devil Of u yankee our
boys took prisoner. Ho was brought In
with a lot Of our men last night. He
has typhoid fever they say, and is
pretty bad off, believe"
For moment q wave OK repuslon, Of
hate almost. swept over her but she
MaS Of an exceedingly tntle, sympa-
thetir nature. and she had three young
sons in the ainy-whnt IL they, too,
should fall into a like plight?
she stepped 10 his bedside and be-
held long, lean. gaWlty youth of not
more then 70. burning with fever and
tossing In delirium. Mother. mother
where are your" was his inccssant and
piteous cry. Her eyes hlcd With tears
at the sight of the young fellow who
but a few moments ago had been the
enemy" hut was now become ono OF
her "buys," to be tcndcrly nmsed. She
sought the surgeon, good man. but
harrasscd from ovcrwurE and made
Guate means for the perfect discharge
OF the work he had undertaken.
IN, what is tho matter with No.
40. - has typhoid fever, madame"
case"
rs there nothing to be done for him,
Very little, fear. Ey The help Of
sumu!ants and nourshing food We
might pull him through, hut az you are
aware we have none to spare. our own
men will soon be without" and he
sighed deeply But II win be only ono
doris.
Doctor, Tin going to take that poor
Roy III my own special charge, and as
long ns there Is any food OF medicine
irtt ne snail have his share Of H. Aud
KNOW You well enough. doctor. to
Ieel sure That you VIII eNprud ON that
Yankee boy of mine aus mucn caro- and
aHlll as IL he Were one of my own
duuhlc-dycd rebel sons"
lhe next day, and the next, and for
many more long weary days after
MIs Harris and the doctor tended and
huisrd the prisoner boy from Maine.
But he grew steadily worse His con-
slant cry had been for his mother, but
after awhile he came TO believe that
Mrs, Harris was his mother, and as
long MS she was near him he was quiet.
The days heightened into weeks, and
at last the fever burned itself out, hut
il seemed also to have consumed the
vitality OF It's victim. Mrs. Harris hard
Is needed to ask The doctor his opn-
ion of his patient-death was written
large on that wan face.
Us there any chance for him" she
asked huskily.
None whatever, in my opinion, ma
dame
She stopped and kissed the sick
mans brow. then, sad and fearful, left
him to Try to lose herself in round
OF duties
The next day upon her return to the
hospital she was astonishcd to hear
that her patient was still alive. She
fastened TO him and found him com
scuus.
MY SON" she said, bending over
him, rs there anything more | can do
Tor YOU? Is there anything ut all you
funCy2'
lie was too weak 20 speak aloud,
hut she rancied she caught his family
whispered answCr-"Pu Pumpkin pie,
Thinking she must be mistaken, she
repeated her question.
pumpkin pie" was the feeble reply.
she was horriHed. My dear child,
n viii XIII YOU. Isn't there something
else that Will do Just as well?'
"pumpkin pic" he whispered, ana
the effort exhausted him utterly.
She sought the surgeon. Doctor,
you say there is 40 possible chance for
None whatever. madame. He will
he dead I'm twrnty-fOur hours
He wants pumpkin pie"
The surgeon laughed. "A queer
fancy for a DYING man. But nothing
can hurt him now; it can only hasten
his death by TOW hours"
"Then. doctor, No. p shall have his
last wish. I'm going home TINS very
minute and make that pumpkin pie
The next morning when Mrs. Harris
entered the hospital ii was with a
heavy heart. OF course No. p was
dead. -,