The Yale expositor., 1899-06-30

Maybe she would come IL she knew
am sick. am sic.;, amt II"
What ails me? feel so queer and
sore all over and -"
'There!" he suddenly interrupted
himself-"if you look quick you will
sec Dollie's head up there when the
light shines on that lamp. Look!
Why, how natural her curls, and she
smiles at me out of the corners of her
eyes-a trick of hers. Dear Dollie!
She's gone now. l dreamed OF her
last night; dreamed that her arms
we're about my neck and that she was
kissing me and calling me her soldier
boy"
WAS she willing for you to go to
war;" l asked. Like The doctor. wa5
not sure OF his mental condition."
Eyes. willing in a way. She felt
that it was right for me to go, and
right is law with Dollie."
went away then, but an hour later
having bribed a good woman over the
way to let me have a pillow-her last
one-I returned to his side. 1t SEEM
ed to me that he had failed during
my absence and the troubled look in
his eyes was intensified
When l had put the pillow under his
head and bathed his face, he said.
gratefully:
How very kind you are! Your
touch minds me of mothers"
Then l knew he was watching me.
but he did not speak for long time.
and when he did it was not to me:
Father in heaven, let me see Dollie
once more; please send her to me-"
could not stand either the words
or the :athos in the voice. 1 must
help answer that prayer If possible.
BY and by l said:
Gould you tell me where to send for
Dollie? Maybe she would come to you
IL 1t is not too far and I should tell
her how much you need her."
1t was a hazardous thing to say. We
did not often dare make such sugges-
tons. for, OF course. few comparative
ly, could come, and 1t did not do to
raise false hopes. However, 1 felt
confident that he could not live many
hours. and his pleadlngs touched me
inexpressibly, even amid the scene
and sights surrounding.
At the question he flashed me such
look.
will your"
That was ALL but oh, the intensity of
it! Write to S. B. Sterling, Sterling's
Corners, Pennsylvania"
l was not in the least doubt of his
sanity at the moment, but before l
could trace the words in my notebook,
his gaze was once more on the cell
ing. and he was babbling of mother
and Dollie.
Reluctantly I brought myself to
search his pockets, finding, strange to
say. only notebook with the name in
gilt letters on the cover: ID laid
Dee"
Ny letter was brief, only this:
Donald Dee is dangerously wounded
and calls ceaselessly for Dollie."
1t was a memorable Fourth OF July,
one never to be forgotten by the poor
fellows suffering through the hot. in
terminable hours, or the busy surgeons
and nurses. who never paused in their
work OF moistening hot lips, bathing
throbbing brows, washing out gaping
wounds, receiving last messages, writ
ing letters home;" in short doing what
they could when everything was to
do.
AS soon as possible we had the
young captain removed to more COM
Portable quarters. His wounds were
doing fairly we'll, but the surgeon said
the shock had been too much for his
nervous system; he might or might not
live. Everything. 1 should say, de-
Ponds upon the nursing" he added,
looking meaningly at me.
II will do my best for him till Dol
lie comes" / made answer, but my
heart misgave me; did not think she
would come. and IL she did-well, the
future was yelled. as futures are apt to
be.
Day by day he wasted away. Al
though / prepared him fairly decent
messes he scarcely ate at all; and
though real bedstead had been loan