Arizona republican., 1899-03-09

means that delirium was over, and that my fever had Aickered out, leaving only half of me and a disreputable appetite when Fogarty came. had no clothes 10 90 on furlough with-nOthing but tattered shirt and a facilitated pair of cavalry trousers; and the worst of it was I could not get any.
 It is not hard for me to recall the events of that night when Fogarty came. I was watching the Red Cross men unload hospital train. A process l sion of stretchers was passing from the cars to the fever tents. Some of the 1 sick men had been forced to walk. Had 1 not seen others staggering through the twilight, 1 would have said that Fogarty was drunk again. He dragged huge blanket roll
 well. Kid, where's your other part?" he questioned, weakly.
 I really embraced him that night Fogarty, the profane, the red-faced. And when he told me that he had brought along a bundle of my clothes from camp, I could not speak for my voice cords were numb. l only whina- pered. Fever leaves one weak, you know.
 Fogarty had lugged along my things with his own-and he sick man. He had remembered me after six weeks remembered me who was only recruit. I tell you, gentlemen, there are men in Uncle Sam's cavalry.
 That night Fogarty stretched his great body out on a mattress-a real one-for the first time in two months. His feet protruded through the iron rods at the lower end of the bedstead. Are these women going to be herc?' He, pointed, tc4 a, couple of nurses. l nodded.
 'Why. it's a cinch to have the levers here, ain't it, Kid?"
 His tongue was dry like it was on the Cuban hills that day. \ beam of the low white moon looked in through the flap of the tent and rested on Fogarty's hands It made them seem pallid, but his face was very hot and red
 An ugly fever is typhoid It chars ones brain and body with slow flame. T. stretches the eyelids wide apart. In the middle of the day it glows to a white heat. It turns one into helpless animal that feels only an incurable thirst ard q craving stomach-an ami nal that means for ice water when the nurse is busy wrapping up dead man in the next Cot-a staring-eyed animal that knows there are such things as home acd friends and death, but cares not Listlessly Ee watches a companion fall into that chilled sleep.
 Typhoid plays with four men and gets earnest with the iifth-fatally earnest. The Econ was high when l left Fog&rty that night.
 \ couple of weeks later he locked at ne hard cr2 morning. It was going badly with him.
 Why don't you go home?" he asked tenderly. It wasn't like the old Fog arty voice.
 Haven't got furlough yet" said lying. The papers were eight days old already. Haven't got hat, either" I continued. 1 had been wearing Fogar- i tvs. Mine was lost.
 Take care of this dough for me, will | you. Kid! didn't have time to blow q = red. It gets ny nerve with this thirst
 He gave me his last months pay. Fogarty was getting hot. and the nurse pushed ne away.
 'Keep the hat you got on, Kid"
 I could barely hear his voice. His face was not very red now. How I | wished he could see the pain inside of | me for him. ''Keep the hat you get on, Kid. I'll get another if l dont croak."
 The doctor hung around Fogarty's | cot the next night. The nurse had drawn chair close to him. I held a lantern near. The rain clouds were venting themselves outside.
 Watch out for Mint Julep, Kid" mum bled poor Fogarty. He was not looking at me. His eyes stared at the sleeping flies on top of the tent. His eyelids were far apart.
 They'll be good friends-Julep and the Kid-both - good fellows. $ drinking thing-sworn off ask the Kid. Oh, forgot. the Kids gone home 10 his mother-got sick. you know-nice little chap, the Kid-make a good soldier. Gone home-way up north-to his mother"
 The nurse famed him. His eyes still stared at the sleeping flies. The nurse knew then that Fogarty was picked out for a fifth man. Silently she famed him and watched.
 Not long after that Fogarty was mus tered out of the service.
 And all this is to show how peered Inder the veneer which environment made, and saw a great warm heart Detroit Free Press.
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