The Irish standard. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn. ;) 1886-1920, 1911-10-14
CHAPTER VII.
A Disciple Of Sir Walter

A Disciple Of Sir Walter
Even as l gazed upon her. my ad.
miration deeper than my pain. the
arch expression of her face changed,
there came a sudden rush of pity, of
anxiety into those clear. challenging
eyes. and with one quick step she
drew nearer and bent above me-
ooh, Captain Wayne" she cried.
her warm. womanly heart conquering
all prejudice, you are badly hurt and
bleeding. Why did you not tell met
Please let me aid you"
81 fear I must" replied grimly,
IT would gladly spare you, for indeed
I do not believe my injury sufficient
ly serious to cause alarm, but find
/ have only one arm I can use at
present; the brute got his teeth into
the other"
"Oh, believe mo. can do It," She
spoke bravely, sturdy ring Of con-
fidence in the voice, although at the
thought her face paled ri have been
in the hospitals at Baltimore, and
taken care Of wounded soldiers II
there was only some water here!"
She glanced about, dreading the pos.
sibilty Of having to go forth into
the night alone in search Of spring
or we'll.
II think you will find pail on the
bench yonder." I said, for from where
leaned against the wall could see
out into the she'd 1t was doubtless
left for the dog to drink from"
She came back with 1t. tearing down
cloth from off a peg in the wall as
she passed, and then wearing n reso-
lutte air Of authority, knelt beside me,
and with rapid fingers. flung back my
| jacket. christening tho rough army
shirt and laid bare, so far as was
possible. the lacerated shoulder.
Forgive me-" she said anxiously,
"but l fear ] can never dress it in
this way. We must remove your
jacket and cut away the sleeve of your
shirt"
At last the disagreeable task was
accomplished, the wounded shoulder
completely barred. Her face was
deathly white now, and she shielded
| her eyes with her hand.
ooh, what horrible wound!" she
exclaimed. almost sobbing.s How that
great brute must have hurt you'll"
"The wound is not 80 serious as 1t
appears" I replied reassuringly, and
glad myself to feel that I spoke the
truth, "but I confess the pain is In
| tense, and makes me feel somewhat
! faint It was not SO much the mere
bite Of the dog, but unfortunately he
| got his teeth into an old wound and
tore 1t open"
IAN old wound?"
at Gettysburg, and although the bullet
was extracted, the wound never prop.
erly healed"
| She performed her disagreeable
task with all the tenderness Of q
| sympathetic woman, and as she
worked swiftly and deftly, made no
attempt to conceal the tears clinging
to her long lashes. Skilfully the
deep, jagged cash was bathed out,
and then as carefully bound up with
the softest cloths she could find at
hand The relief was great, and felt.
az moved the shoulder that saving
the soreness 1t would probably not
greatly bother me.
"Now you must lie back and rest
she said commandingly. AZ attempted
to thank her.
CAS- your nurse I command abso-
| lutte quiet" striving to speak gaily.
"See, the daylight is already here,
and l mean to discover II this lone
cabin contains anything which human
beings can eat; I confess that I am
nearly famished."
"A most excellent symptom. and I
imagine your quest will not be wholly
vain. To my eye that greatly re-
sembles a slab of bacon hanging be-
side the chimney"
at indeed Is" she exclaimed, land
I feel as a shipwrecked seaman must
! on first beholding land"
However my naturally energetic
spirit revolted at inactivity, for the
time being my faintness precluded any
thought Of doing other than obeying
her orders, and I lay there silent,
propped up against the logs, my eager
eyes following her rapid, graceful
movements with constantly increas.
ing interest. AS she worked, the re.
Election of the red flames became
mingled with the gray dawn, until the
bare and cheerless interior grew more