The Red Cloud chief., 1899-06-23

"O'"'S he ocSICciy atc al All ana
though n real bedstead had been loan
ed him. with a real though somewhat
dilapidated straw mattress on Il, he
seldom slept. without being moody.
he was not laxative. He seemed to
be silently consumed by some inward
longing.
"He is dying to see his sweetheart
poor boy" was what the surgeon said.
and what we all thought.
II was the evening OF the fourth day
after had sent my message to Sterling
Corners. Sitting by his couch. tanning
hint was intensely hot was
startled to hear him say in a hurried
whisper:
You don't think she will get here in
timer"
To give myself time to frame an an
swer. | feigned not to understand.
II am afraid will not hold out till
Dollie gets here. dreamed this after
noon that her mother was here by the
bed. and she said, You won't have to
wait much longer. Donald Her
mother is dead, you know. and think
II means that ! am soon to 60"
Assuming a hopefulness that I was
far from feeling I answered: ~ do not
so interpret your dream. take Il
that you will not have long to lie hero
and wait before Dollie comes"
He caught hopefully at the sugges-
ton and seemed much better all night.
Early the next morning I went to see
a poor boy whose end was unmistak-
ably near and who called me mother"
! was detained some time and rs my
return to my headquarters necessitated
my passing where Capt. Dee was quar-
tered. ! thought to serve him his
breakfast and then take an hour or
two OF rest.
The surgeon met me. saying: "Dollis
has come and Is waiting out there In
the kitchen. See her and then break
the news to him. He Is very weak
this morning"
My heart beat fast; at last I would
see Dollie with her arms about hcr
lovers neck. I could imagine Just
the way he would look at her; he said
SO much with his eyes.
paused on the threshold OF the
kitchen: she was not there-no ono
but the cook. a strange man and q lit
tie child were In the room. Dollia
must have grown impatient and sought
him out: the shock might kill him.
Hurrledly l turned away. but AZ 7
did so the child sprang forward ana
caught my hand, e%xclaimlng vehement
ly:
"Dollie wants her papa!"
In my surprise ! jerked my hand
away and fairly staggered backwards
"You-Dollie?"
II was all l could say.
.Of course I'm Dollie." she answered
In an injured tone. adding ~piteously:
Il want my papa. and he wants me-"
The stranger, an elderly gentleman.
now %interposed by handing me my
own letter and saying:
II am s. b. Sterling, Donald Dee's
stepfather, and this Is little Dollie, his
daughter"
"Certainly-yes, I see," I stammered.
and | did. though as yet dimly: 1t was
so entirely different from what l had
expected.
And then ! went to Capt. Dee. He
seemed restless and feverish, and I
gave myself time by wetting a cloth
and placing II on his head.
BY and by | said:
III Dollie should come today, could
you bear the Joy Of it?"
I'd like to try the experiment" and
a ghost OF a smile fitted over his
wan features. Joy Is not as apt to
be fatal as either hope deferred or
rebel bullets, and | know something
OF both OF these"
Then l said:
We'll. she Is here
can nc more describe the unutter-
able look Of gladness that lighted his
face than l can describe the rapture Of
the blest.
"Thank God-and your
A few moments later Dollie was
covering his face and hands with kisses
and he was hugging her with his n
arm and calling her sweetheart" over
and over again.
For the time the grandfather and I
stood apart and let them enjoy them
selves. the former telling me mean
while of the unusual affection exist