The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1908-08-18

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into the eager, wistful face of Jane
Gable. 1t was too much for her to ex-
pect that he could see and understand
at once. He would not know what had
gone before nor why she was there.
His feeble glance took in her face
with lifeless interest. Perhaps 1t was
because he had seen her in that death
like dream. Perhaps his weakness kept
him from true realization. In any
event, he did no more than to allow the
flicker of a smile to come into his eyes
before he closed them again. Breath
lessIy she waited for the lids to lift
once more. She uttered his name soft
ly, tenderly, time and again. AS If
hearing some one calling from n great
distance he moved and again looked
upward, the consciousness of pain in
his gray eyes. This time he stared
hard at her. His eyes grew brighter
and then darkened with wonder. At
last she saw the look of surprise and
joy and relief that she had been hun
gering for. He knew her, and he was
beginning to understand.
If he heard her while she knelt and
thanked God for this first great ray of
hope he gave forth no sign. When she
turned her eyes to his face again he
was asleep. But she went forth into
the day with a song in her heart.
She looked about for Teresa. The
girl was gone. no one knew whittier.
Bray alone could say that she had
started toward the thicket. He point
ed out the direction, but did not offer
to accompany Jane when she hurried
away to carry the good news to the
Spanish girl who had been her stanch
helper during the long vigil. Bray
shook his puzzled head as he followed
her with his gaze. 1t had come to him
suddenly that the Spanish girl was not
the solution to the puzzle after all.
Jane found the slim. boyish figure
lying on the ground, deep in the wood.
She had been crying and made no at
tempt to subdue her emotions when
the American girl chine up to her; in
stead she bitterly poured out her woe
into the ears Of the other. She told
her of Bray's insult-as she termed his
unfortunate speculation-and she told
how 1t came about.
Il am good girl, Miss Cable" she
cried. II am Of a noble family. Yos
do not believe 1t of me? No! He had
no right to accuse me. l was a pris-
| oner. Senior Bansemer was my res
cuer- / loved him for IT. See, l cannot
help 1t; cannot hide 1t from you. But
he Is yours. have no claim. do not
ask 1t. Oh" and here her voice rose Il
wall of anguish, can you not pro
cure something else for me to wear;
These rags are intolerable. I hate
them. l cannot go back there unless
have
We can give you few garments
dear" said Jane. Come You shall
wear the nurses uniform. We are te
start on the long march to the coast to
morrow. They say that all Of the
wounded can be moved by that time"
1t was three days, however, before
the, little company left the village and
began its SLOW, irksome march across
the country toward the coast where
the ship Was to pick up the wounded
men and convey them % Manila. Ma
tive carriers, cheerful amigos since the
disaster to Pillar, went forward with
tue stretchers, the hospital wagons and
guard following. Travelling was neces-
sarily slow. and the haltS Were fire.
quent- There were occasional shots
from hidden rifemen. but there Were
10 casualties Food had been scarce
The commissary was thinly supplied
= the hard trip. Lieutenant Bray
-reE s.ranrelI rser-~s sadi Ferect