The Springfield herald., 1903-02-13

patches, and the result was that he
had adventures enough to fill a book.
The party got through alive, but every
man of them was wounded, including
Jones; who made the last forty miles
He found Templeton fiat on his
back and raving with fever in quaint
century old church that had been turn
ed into a hospital. The surgeon in
charge told Jones that it was prac-
tically all over; the man was as good
as dead Will he be conscious AGAIN.
asked Jones. And the surgeon said
that it was possible.
"When is it likely to happen?'
"'Heaven knows answered the sur
gecn.
"I'll wait said Jones. And he sat
down on the foot of the bed. OF course
they tried to take him away. but he
wouldn't go, and as everybody was
pretty busy he was presently forgot
| ten.
"Templeton raved and tossed. and
he said some things that might go to
a feeling mans heart, considering the
circumstances, but he mentioned no
name. About 3 o'clock he became
| quiet, and from that hour till morn
| ing he seemed to be sinking down TO
| death. Then he stirred and half raised
| himself.
"'Hello, Jones' said he. Where did
you come from?'
"I've got letter for you, George,
was the reply. 1t came after you
| left
"'Give it to me-, said Templeton,
extending a weak, thin hand.
He took the letter and raised it to
| his breast as he sank back against the
| pillow. Jones waited. but Templeton
did not move. He lay there smiling,
with the letter on his breast. The man
was dead.
This is valentine that some one
has sent to him from home SAID
Jones when the surgeon came. l
think we ought to bury it with him.
"'How do you know what it is?'
asked the surgeon.
Jones could not answer
1--WE ought to open it, said the doc
tor, in order to communicate with
the writer Some one might want to
know that he got it
He took the envelope out of the
dead mans hand and opened 1t after
some hesitation.
Dear George he said in a whis-
per. Mail this to Frank Jones if you
know where he is, and never tell him
who sent it l don't know how to ad-
dress him. but you can find out
"'Thats mine said Jones in
dream.
"The doctor put the Enclosure into
his hands. 1t was in a separate en-
velope, unaddressed.
""This is a friendly letter from a
mighty fine girl, said the doctor. I'D
| like to take something of this kind
with me when | go
He put it back into its envelope
and laid it inside the rough woolen
shirt which was the dead mans gar
ment.
"'He has delivered your message.
little girl said he, and he'll never tell
who sent it
so that's the whole story. Jones
has come back to this country, and he
has that valentine-a pretty card with
little love verse on it, but not a
scrap of writing. He doesn't know
who sent it, but if he did | think he
would find that girl. l feel quite sure
| that he would find that girl"
Not bad as such things 60" said
Breck, rising, but conventional"
Conventional bel beg your par
don," said l. why, the thing is true"
Il don't see that that helps it any"
replied Breck. However, that's
neither here nor there. I'm hard UP,
and if a valentine story's what you
want I'll go home and see what l can
do for you. By the way, it wasn't Tenn
pleton's girl, of course?'
"The one who sent the valentine?
Certainly not" replied. When Jones
| got back to this country he looked up
| Templeton's affairs bit to see
whether he could do anything for his
family and that sort of thing. and he
happened to discover that the girl for
whose letter he had waited was really
waiting for him-waiting, as l have
| faith to believe, very near that rude
church in Luzon where the man closed
his eyes so happily to open the eyes
of his soul next moment in her pres
ence.'
You mean she had died." said
Breck.
precisely" l replied.
And Jones hasn't found the one
girl who remembered him upon the
far side of the world?"
NO" said /, but he will"
Breck lighted another of his deadly
cigarette.
why can't l write this thing for
you?" he inquired.
| Mot fn1. your life my friend y said L