The Washington times., 1902-07-13


then she suddenly gave way to burst Of
merry laughter.
at seems to me, SIR" with a toss OF
her head. that you put your question
bit late In the day. since we have been
married now some six months. -
That sobsred me, for l remembered
that | knew something still unknown To
| her. and sitting there by the light OF the
lamp told her of the comrade who had
helped me in the Sugar House, and what
he knew of Marvin.
For moment she sat quietly looking
away from me. her hands lying in her
lap Then. turning to me with depth
IN her beautiful eyes that seemed so new
and recent. she gently laid her hand In
mine and sat there looking at me with
out word for minute after minute; till
leaned forward and took her fair. seri-
Gus face in my two hands and drew IL
toward me and kissed 1t once, twice, and
asked:
care you happy. Deborah
Yes. dear" said she, simply
We'll, what the devil do l care.
madam? I've got to dress the mans
wound Ega1. they can't bill and coo
twenty four hours in the day. Let me
in" This from the other side of the
door A whispered pleading was his
| answer.
Not at all. He can't get up till he's
we'll So in / 60" And in he came.
pulling and fuming, and unwound and
wound me up again.
1t was as he was rewinding the band
ages after dressing the wound that the
door opened and Athcrtor came in. Up
he strcde to me. with something of a
shamefaced look and shook hands.
"Hcw are ye, old man." said he, as IL
he had seen me and talked but yester-
day.
Right and fit. friend" said l, and
then we fell to silence. T is ever a
strange thing to me. and yet something
cannot fail to like. to see. as I did
COW, two Anglo o-saxons trying to hide
all the good feelings in them. Even
ow laughed out as he worked on and
said:
What's the price of beer?"
"Gad, I'd like some now, eh. Bal
i5rt:" cried Atherton. and, growing
easier. he sat down and watched the
skilful hands of the doctor stretched
cut and took his hand.
Captain" said I. you've done more
for me than any"
Tut. tut. man" cried he. wringing
ny poor weak hand till it ached. Not
word! t was nothing. Let 1t pass.
Doctor. for Gods sake give us drink!
Is there naught of alcohol in this
torse?"
Drink. yor big fool" cried Low. do
you want to kill him.
| "Oh. he's fit to fight again. and show
ne what man can do besides fight
Look ye here. Atherton.' said I, seri-
ously. I'm your prisoner. What will
you do with me?'
"He1l." said he. Lets talk of some
thing pleasanter."
That l will not. man." l answered.
II must get away and you cannot let
NE CO.
He looked at me an instant, and 1
Enew the same thought, had been in his
mind since he heard 1 could rcrnTer.
"Balfort,'' he said in a moment, will
you give me your parole till the end
of the war;"
1 knew it long before he said it. and
leaning back on my pillow. 1 told hin
could not.
GIVE We his parole, you having idiot"
cried Low-never was such an acto,
lived as that same chirrurgeon- why,
Icok, man, lock!' and with that
he unvound the bandages he
had begun to replace and
laid bare the wound. I looked down at
it and my gorge rose at the sight. Twas
a slit. ragged cut from my right hip up
along the ribs near to my shoulder, a
good twelve inches. Only by the grace
of chance was it that Hazeltine's point
had not caught on a rib and gone
through me- And the edges stood even
now far apart and ugly and irregular.
"Parole?" went on the doctor. why.
man, ne CduuOI Hoiu S"OiO iOi d
year."
Atherton looked at it and took my
hand again.
Friend" said he. will ye give me
your parole for six months? To tell We
the truth, your army cannot hold out
that long. and l am safe
BY chance l caught the Doctors eye.
and knew in some way that he bade me
accept it. so, lying back again. told
Atherton l would.
Then get out of here when you can
move
Again l gave him my hand and
thanked him till he swore he'd hear no
more and went off with Low.
And so the days passed on. quickly
enough for matter OF three weeks.
And then, beginning to feel stronger, I
commenced to fret and worry and Won
der when l would get away and what
was happening at West Point. and
where were my companions in Putnam's
division. and what OF Curtis-or Philip
Sc, as I should call him-and Acton.
was up now and walking over the house,
but not allowed to go out. l talked with
Low when we were alone about the best
way of going. and he had a plan all ar
ranged. But l had another that was