The Worthington advance. [volume] (Worthington, Minn.) 1874-1908, 1899-06-16
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THE silentstars looked down through
i clear, still night upon host of
sleeping men. The brigade had ad-
Vanced by forced marches, and now lay
within two miles of the dervish camp.
Io-morrow's dawn would see the as
sault. Two officers stood together,
talking in low whispers, for it was of
the utmost Importance that the enemy
should be taken by surprise, and the
orders as to silence were strict.
buck up, old chap; you'll come
through all right. And if not, what does
it amount to? You've got no women
folk to bother about"
mo, thank heaven. It is in times like
this that one is glad never to have
married-like poor old Harcourt.''
'Why poor?''
II was thinking of his wife. I
shouldn't care to be tied to an ugly
woman myself"
'"That's all rot, Hamilton" retorted
the other. II don't believe it matters
row of pins, so long, of course, as she
isn't repulsive or underbred."
''Think SOP"
eyes. The most unlikely women
sometimes attract most
swell, old chap, I'm precious thank
full I've no thoughts of woman to both
er me tonight. I shall try for lead
tomorrow, even if have got the route !;
we've good chance of being first into
the zareba."
1--WE will give you race for it, any
how. But we'd better try and get a
sleep, for this awful heat takes it out
of fellow
The two went to their separate posts.
And as he lay, sleepless, the thought
came to Hamilton that it was somewhat
lonesome to think that no woman's eyes
would fill at the news of his death; and
he looked upward at the stars above
him, wondering where his soul would
be tomorrow.
The shadow of death lay upon him,
as at times it does upon the bravest
soldier; he would fight none the worse
for it in the morning.
The sun had risen.
In the previous short half-hour of
dawn the assault had been delivered,
the dervish forces had been driven
from their intrenchments, and now the
black, grinning "Gippys" were frater-
nizing and triumphing with their
laughing and chatting white comrades.
Backward, across the half-mile of
plain, the surgeons were busy. Away
to the southwark could be heard the
sounds of pursuit as the British lancers
chased the flying Baggara.
A field hospital at the front is not
a pleasant place, neither can it be
described in cold black and white. War
correspondents, as readers of the
dailies have no doubt noticed, judi
ciously avoid more than the merest
mention of sucR places.
There were some CHASTITY cases, and
both surgeons and assistants had been
worked hard. But the pressure was
over, and at last there was time to at
tend. to the wounds which were not
deadly.
"Now, Hamilton, let's see," said Sur
geon Maj. Murphy, approaching an Off
Ger. who lay motionless on stretche1
who had so lain half an hour at least
The doctor looked his patient over
gave low whistle, and beckoned to
one of the orderlies, who at that mo-
ment turned his head.
"Look, see, Dawkins, here's bad
case! He must go back to the hospital
bad as that, doctor?" asked the mo-
tionless man family.
"'Tis So! Now you keep quiet"
Lieut.. Hamilton had been totally
blinded by the explosion of shell in
an earthwork as, well in front, he was
leading his company. He was sent to
the rear-to tospital-and Sister May
was given charge of him.
He had not much pain, only he was
blind. Treatment appeared to have nc
effect on this; it seemed likely to be 9
long business. The days began to hang
heavily Then came the old story: "Love
in Idle1.ess."
Hospital sisters do not cease to be
women when they take up their work
OlSlcI Mdy Vo0 Ju0o eS5 oeANSNP'A~AS ~
love as though she had been silly
young thing of 10, though, in fact, she
was ten years older. And he? Pity
being akin to love, the recipient of pity
runs double risk. Her voice was soft
and musical, her touch was soothing,
her care Of him seemed first motherly,
then sisterly, and then
So it was that by. easy stages they
drifted Tito that strange attraction
which the world calls '1ove."
And her one fear was that some day
he might see again. The surgeon said
it was just possible, and was advising
a consultation with the world-famed
Prof. Augenwirte, of Graefrath. She
prayed against that possibility, for in
her own eyes she was plain---nay, ugly,
past redemption. Yet, though she could
not realize it, her too large mouth and
prominent teeth, her irregular nose,
and all the fancied imperfections OF
her face mattered little; for her large
gray eyes were soft and full of ANNA
ton, her skin was like velvet, her figure
and carriage perfect. But, womanlike,
she could only dwell upon her facial
defects, and was full Of appreh ension
lest some day his sight should be re-
4tored. and. seeing her features, he