The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1909-02-08

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 Bray found Jane waiting for him out
 side the door. Teresa Velasquez was
 standing beside her, holding her hand. What does he say?" cried Jane l gray with anguish.
 "He cannot be moved. There is no-
 but little hope, Miss Cable. They are
 to make another examination"
 "He must be saved, He mustl Let
 me go to him now I will help. I will
 give my life to save his." she cried.
 Bray stood between her and the door,
 his arms extended
 Don't go in now, I implore. Wait 1 There may be good news"
 "He is everything fin the world tc
 me" she moaned.
 l Come with me-" whispered Teresa Bray looked at the Spanish girl; and
 a new light broke in upon his under 1 standing. What was this refugee to 1 Bansemer? The answer shot into his
 brain like flash, and he turned cold.
 Miss Cable, I think I understand your anxiety" he said, his voice trem-
 bling Wont you let this young lady take you away for half an hour or"-
 "But I am a nurse. Why should I 1 be kept from him? l am here to care l for all of them," she protested. "You are not fit to do duty just now," he said. Miss Cable, under stand why you are here. It is noble of you. I am truly sorry that there is Ha hoy, away from the building, leaving Tere- sa standing there with her eyes fas- tened upon the door with look that could not be mistaken. .I would give my own life to have his spared for your sake, Jane. Forgive me. would willingly give all I have in life for you. But 1 am afraid 1t is impossible to save him."
 Don't say that" she whispered. "You-you would be bis wife?" he asked.
 No, that cannot be. I could not be his wife,
 You mean he is married?~
 "No, no, not that! You can't un- derstand. can never marry him. Never!"
 Bray struggled for moment with the puzzle. His eyes went slowly to Teresa Then he suddenly understood why Jane Gable would not marry the man she had come to find. He asked no questions of himself, but Teresa would have been the result of every conjecture had he done so.
 "He might better be dead" he thought, his eyes hardening. She's found him out Cad, I hope''- But be put 1t from him.
 Graydon Bansemer did not die with in the hour nor that day. The careful examination of the surgeons gave lit tie additional hope. It did, however. reveal the fact that no vital organ had been destroyed or injured. The ball had torn a great hole in his left side and had gone through the body. Prob ing was not necessary. The flow of blood was frightful. There was spark of life left on which to build a frail hope, and they worked with new interest.
 The attention of every one was di- rected to this tragic struggle. The ef- forts of all were lent to the successful end. Jane Cable, dogged and tireless, came to be his nurse now that the life thread still held together. It is not the purpose of this narrative to dwell upon the wretched, narrowing scenes and incidents of the wilderness hospital the misery Of those who watched and waited for death, the dread and suffer- fy,ry of fhnc0 yuhn va fAfS onyiatu tho glow of spiritual light which lowered above the forms of men who had for gotten their God until now.
 The first night passed. There were sIeepless eyes to keep company with the faint moans and the scent of chlo- roform. Over the figure of Grayden Bansemer hung the eager, tense face of Jane Cable. Her will and mind were raised against the hand of death. Down in her soul she was crying "You shall not die!" and he was living. living on in spite of death. The still, white face gave back no sign of life. A faint pulse and an almost imper- ceptible respiration told of the unbro- ken thread. Hoping against hope!
 Dawn came and night again, and still the almost breathiess girl urged her will against the inevitable. She had not slept nor had she eaten of the food they brought to her. Two per sons, & soldier and girl, stood back and narvele6 at hsr endurance and devotion. The harassed surgeons, new in experience themselves, found time to minister to the seeming dead man, their interest not only attracted by his markable vitality. hut hy the TO- nance attached to his hope of living.
 That night he moved. and a low moan came from his lips. The goddess of good luck had turned her face from the rest of the world for brief in- stant to smile upon this isolated sup piicant for favor. Jane's eyes and ears had served her well at last. She caught the change in him, and her will grasped the hope with more dogged tenacity than before. The word went out that there was a chance for him. Her vigil ended when Bray came to lead her away ended because she dropped from exhaustion.
 The next morning, after a dead sleep of hours, she returned to his side. The surgeon smiled, and the nurse clasped n