The Winslow mail., 1899-04-01

were encamped about the city. y, noor
my face burned and / did not answer
mess call. ] wanted to sleep. At four
O'Clock Fogarty felt my cheeks.
''l'll tell the tap-sergeant TO let you
pound the bunk awhile longer" ht
said.
The next day I was in the hospital
feeling hot and thirsty and hungry al
at once. The air in the hospital ten
was full of groans and the odor
drugs. II was also sitting. The boy
about me had felt the weight of a loco
motive concentrated into Mauser bali.
To me Fogarty said:
kid, you've got the fever"
After that | did not see him for six
weeks, because l was sent back TO the
States on hospital transport. / had
reached the furlough stage, which
means that delirium was over. and that
my fever had fickered out, leaving only
half of me and disreputable appetite
when Fogarty came. 1 had no clothes
10 go on furlough withholding but a
tattered shirt and a debilitated pair of
cavalry trousers; and the worst of it
was ! could not get any.
1t is not hard for me to recall the
events of that night when Fogarty
came. l was watching the Red Cross
men unload hospital train. \ process
sion OF stretchers was passing from the
cars to the fever tents. Some of the
sick men had been forced to walk. Had
l not seen others staggering through
the twilight, l would have said that
Fogarty was drunk again. He dragged
huge blanket roll.
"Well, Kid, where's your other part ?"
he questioned, weakly.
l 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, l could not speak for my
voice cords were numb. l only whins
pered. Fever leaves one childish weak,
you know.
Fogarty had lugged along my things
with his own-and he a sick man. He
had remembered me after six weeks
remembered me who was only recruit.
tell you, gentlemen. there are men in
Uncle Sans 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 those women going to be here ?'
He, pointedl to- a, couple of nurses. l
nodded.
why, it's cinch to have the fevers
here, amt 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. 1t made them seem pallid, but
his face was very hot and red.
An ugly fever is typhoid 1t chars
ones brain and body with slow flame.
It stretches the eyelids wide apart. In
the middle of the day it glows to a
white heat. 1t turns one into helpless
animal that feels only an incurable
thirst and 4 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 and friends and death, but cares
not. Listlessly he watches a companion
fall into that chilled sleep.
Typhoid plays with four men and
gets earnest with the fifth-fatally
earnest. The moon was high when L
left Fogarty that night.
A couple of weeks later he looked at
me hard one morning. 1t was going
badly with him.
"Why don't you go home?" he asked,
tenderly. 1t wasn't like the old Fog
arty's voice.
Haven't got furlough yet" said,
lying. The papers were eight days old
already. Haven't got hat, either"
continued. I had been wearing Fogar-
tvs. Mine was lost.
Take care of this dough for me, will
you, Kid. didn't have time blow
red. 1t gets my nerve with this
thirst
He gave me his last months pay
Fogarty was getting hot, and the nurse
pushed me away.
law t'V nat y Ou SOl Oil. Aiu'
l could barely hear his voice. His
face was not very red now. How l
wished he could see the pain inside of
me for him. Keep the hat you got on,
Kid. III get another if don't croak."
The doctor hung around Fogarty's
cot the next night. The nurse had
drawn a chair close to him. / held a
al
venting themselves outside.
Watch out for Mint Julep, Kid"
mumbled 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.
Nope-not drinking thing-sworn off
ask the Kid Oh, forgot, the Kids
gone home TO his mother-got sick. you
know-rice 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
under the veneer, which environment
made, and saw a great warm heart
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