The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1911-09-22
CHATTER WI.
a pIeeipIe Of 81 WaIter


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.
'oh, Captain Wayne" she cried,
her warm, womanly heart conquering
all prejudice, you are badly hurt and
bleeding. Why did you not tell me?
Please let me aid you"
IT fear must" replied grimly.
az would gladly spare you, for indeed
1 do not believe my injury sufficient
ly serious to cause alarm, but I find
have only one arm I can use at
present; the brute got his teeth into
the other"
.'oh. believe me. can do it." She
spoke sbrRvelx, "a sturdy ring Of con-
ndenee in the voice, although at the
thought her face pRled. "I have been
In the hospitals at Baltimore, and
taken care OF wounded soldiers. If
there was only some water here!"
She glanced about, dreading the pos
sibility Of having to go forth into
the night alone in search OF spring
or we'll
''I think you will find a pail on the
bench yonder," said. for from where
I leaned against the wall could see
out into the shed. at was doubtless
left for the dog to drink from"
She came back with it, tearing down
a cloth from off peg in the wall as
she passed. and then, wearing reso-
lutte air of authority, knelt beside me,
and with rapid fingers. flung back my
jacket, christening the rough army
shirt, and laid bare, so far as was
possible. the Iacerated shoulder.
Forgive me.," she said anxiously,
but I fear I can never dress 1t 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
deathIy white now. and she shielded
her eyes with her hand.
"oh, what a horrible wound!" she
exclaimed, almost sobbing. How that
great brute must have hurt you!"
THE wound Is not so serious as it
appears" I replied reassuringly, and
glad myself TO feel that l spoke the
truth, "but 7 confess the pain Is in
tense, and makes me feel somewhat
-
bite of the dog, but unfortunately he
got his teeth into an old wound and
tore it open"
"An old wound?'
Yves; received a MIME ball there
at Gettysburg. and although the bullet
was extracted, the wound never prop
erly healed"
She performed her disagreeable
task with all the tenderness of a
sympathetic woman, and as she
worked swiftly and deity, 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,
as I moved the shoulder, that saving
the soreness It would probably not
greatly bother me.
NOW you must lie back and rest,
she said commandingly, as attempted
to thank her.
"As your nurse command abso-
lutte Quiet" striving to speak gaily.
"See, the daylight is already here,
and mean to discover II this lone
cabin contains anything which human
beings can eat; confess that 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 u.s." she exclaimed, "and
feel as a shipwrecked seaman must
on first behoIding land. -
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