The Globe-republican., 1899-06-29

messes he scarcely ate at all: and
though . real bedstead had been loan
ed him. with . real though somewhat
dilapidated straw mattress on 1t. he
seldom slept. Without being moody.
| he was not talkative. 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.
It was the evening of the fourth day
after had sent my message to Sterling
Corners. Sitting by his couch, tanning
hint was intensely hot-I 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.
Il am afraid I 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
it means that I am soon to CO."
Assuming hopefulness that I was
far from feeling answered: Il do not
that you will not have long to lie here
and wait before Dollie comes
He caught hopefully at the sugges-
ton and seemed much better all night
Early the next morning went to see
a poor boy whose end was unmistak-
ably near and who called me mother"
1 was detained some time and as my
return to my headquarters necessitated
my passing where Capt. Dee was quar-
tered. I thought to serve him his
breakfast and then take an hour or
two of rest.
The surgeon met me. saying: "Dollie
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 her
lovers neck. 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 one
but the cook. a strange man and a lit
tie child were in the room. Dollie
must have grown impatient and sought
him out: tho shock might kill him.
Hurriedly turned away. but as
did SO the child sprang forward and
caught my hand. exclaiming vehement
ly:
"Dollie wants her papa!"
In my surprise jerked my hand
away and fairly staggered backwards.
"You-Dollie?"
II was all could say.
''Of course I'm Dollie," she answered
in an injured tone, adding piteously:
II want my papa, and he wants me-"
The stranger. an elderly gentleman,
now interposed by handing me my
own letter and saying:
Il am 8. b. Sterling, Donald Dee's
stepfather, and this is little Dollie. his
daughter"
"Certainly-yes. I see," stammered.
and did, though as yet dimly; 1t was
so entirely different from what I had
expected.
And then I went to Capt Dee. He
seemed restless and feverish, and
gave myself time by wetting a cloth |
and placing it on his head.
BY and by said:
IF 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 I know something |
Of both of these"
Then I said:
well, she is here"
can no more describe the unutter- |
able look of gladness that lighted his
face than l can describe the r. -ture 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 one
arm and calling her sweetheart" over
and over again.
For the time the grandfather and
stood apart and let them enjoy them
selves. the former telling me mean
while of the unusual affection exist
ANIL -