The sun., 1901-01-04

her. She had become part Of the most
vital impulse he had ever known.
He had never got any farther south
than one of the awful camps where the
men fairly rotted into their graves from
fever and starvation. With his compan-
ions he waited and hoped for an order
sending them to Cuba. Then he was
stricken and lay for weeks in the shadow
Of death. In his illness he heard again OF
her. She had become famous by her de-
yotion and courage In caring for the fever
patients. In his delirium he thought Of
her and wondered simply why she did not
come to nurse him as girls did In books.
Sometimes he thought she was there and
called the nurse by her name.
When the war ended, Halstead's people
carried him away to the mountains, and
again. The long illness seemed to have
dimmed his memory of the girl. and he
once more thought he had forgotten her.
He heard, almost without interest, that
she had been awarded all sorts Of honors
and had been given some high post of au.
thority with the Red Cross society.
Today as he plunged about the field
with his blood coursing through his veins
in the old way. memory seemed to wake
violently again, and he thought of the
girl with an insistence that made him
mutter between his teeth. He knew that
they were winning, that they were fore
ing victory from superior team, and
he played on, intoxicated with the fire of
triumph, the yells and cheers and the
waving blue of his college. A man fell
beneath him, muttering profanely, aud be
heard himself laugh aloud rs he wrested
the ball viciously from his PROSTATE foe,
leaving him white, stunned and bleeding
on the ground, while a shout, half tri'
umph and half pity, went up from the
opposing players.
Then with yell Halstead started to
run, his body bent over, the ball clutch
ed to him in grip like death. 1t was q
memorable run In college annals-the
run of an Indian, wild horse or a run.
away express train, anything but civ.
ilized man playing game. He shook
off the hands and bodies that came In
his way and plowed through the human
masses that attempted to block him.
landing the ball 65 yards safely dowr
the field, while the people rose at hin
with mighty shrek that rent higt
heaven, and, looking up, he saw the face
Of the girl and fell In heap on the bal
close to the rail Of the west stand.
When he came back, he was consciou,
that some ono had just kissed him ant
that 1t was a woman. He submitted
weakly thinking he must haveuimagined
it. Then he became aware that he wa.
lying on his back In moving ambulance
with his head on somebody's lap. There
was a mingled odor of orris and carbolic
1t recalled the hospital. There was the
girls face, just as he had often seen Il
before, leaning over his camp cot. Hat
the fever come back again?
"Of course" he said slowly, almos
smiling, "it-isn't-you, really2 1t is
the nurse"
ut is l." said the girl, with break ii
her voice. I've carried you off iD on,
Of our ambulances. Every one seemed
to 60 mad-there were four men hurt
The doctors let me call up our wagons
They thought you were badly injured
You must be quiet"
He lay still, trying to get this ide:
through his confused brain. 1t SCENE,
SO like the delirium that had played hin
tricks before. He looked up again care
fully. 1t was not the nurse. He saw
little red enamel cross shining In the lac
on her bodice. He tried to reach up an
touch her face to assure himself that sh
was real, and he found his right arr
was helpless. Once more his mind bal
tied with the situation. His eyes closed
Then he raised himself painfully on hi
| good arm and took her hand In his a
though he were afraid that 1t would melt
He saw the drivers back and shoulder
outlined In space. And be saw her eye
| trembling with tears and filed with
sweetness that he had dreamed of 70
more than year. He was thinking Q
something he imagined had happened a
he came back to consciousness. He wor
dered II she had.
Suddenly looking In her mystical eye
he thought of the glrlish essay about th
souls that had Travelled toward each othe
over space and time.
sour mind wave took such a Ion
time" he said. A flush of color rose owe
her face.
"Did you think of it. too?" she cried |
a glad whisper. 1--WE been thinking-yo
to me-ever since-and. oh-oh--do 70
know-you won the gamew
"Oh. hang the game" laughed Ha
stead, and tainted away again.-Ne,
York Herald.