The evening world., 1915-09-15

At all, only OF how she could help
Allan, but there must have been some-
thing about her Of the picture book
angel 10 the pain-racked man, lying
tensely at length in the rooms dark
est corner. Her long, duly gold hair,
loosening from its twist, flew out
about her, and her face was still
flushed with sleep. There was a some
thing about her that was wildly
allght and alive, perhaps the light in
her blue eyes.
From what the man had said Phyllis
had thought Allan was delirious, but
she saw at once that he was only in
severe pain, and talking more discon-
nectedly, perhaps, than the slow
minded Englishman could follow.
He did not look like a statue now.
His cheeks were burning with evident
pain, and his yellow brown eyes, wide
open and dilatod to darkness, stared
straight out. His hands were clench-
ing and unclenching, and his head
moved restlessly from side to side.
Every nerve and muscle, she could
see, was taut.
They're all dead" he muttered.
Father and mother and Louise-and
l-only I'm not dead enough to bury.
oh. God, l wish | was!"
nat W doh IL WAS bOUlt-
thing like heart-break. Phyllis moved
closer to him and dropped one of her
sleep warm hands on his cold.
clenched one.
"Oh. poor boy!" she said. I'm so
sorry so sorry" She closed her
hands tight over both his.
Some OF her strong young vitality
must have passed between them and
helped him, for almost Immediately
his tenseness relaxed a little. and he
looked at her.
"You-you're not a nurse" he said.
They go around-like-like a
vault"
She had caught his attention! That
was "A good deal, she felt. Sine forgot
everything about him, except that no
was some one to be cOmfOrted, and
her charge. She sat down on the bed
by him, still holding tight to his
hands.
mo, indeed" she said, bending
nearer him, her long loose hair falling
forward about her resolutely smiling
young face. Don't you remember
seeing meP I never was nurse"
"What-are your" he asked feebly.
"Tm-why, the children call me tho
Liberty Teacher" she answ cred, IL
occurred 10 her that It would be bet
ter to talk on brightly at random
than TO risk speaking OF his mother
to him. as she must II she reminded
him of their marriage. 81 spend my
days in n basement. making bad little
boys get so interested in the Higher
Culture that they'll forget TO shoot
crap and smash windows"
one OF the things which had aided
Phyllis to rise from desk assistant
10 one OF the Children's Room libra
rians was very sweet and carrying
voice-a voice which arrested even 4
child's attention. and held his inter-
est. II held Allan now; merely the
sound OF 1t. seemingly.
60 on-talking," he murmured
Phyllis smiled and obeyed.
Sometimes the Higher Culture
doesn't work" she said. Yesterday
one OF my imps got hold of a volume
OF Shaw, and in half an hour his aunt
marched in on me and threatened
don't know what to a library that
taught chilren 10 disrcspcct theli
lawful guardeens.'"
81 remember now" said Allan
you are the girl in the blue dress
The girl mother had me marry,
remember"
Yes" said Phyllis soothingly, anC
a little apologetically. 81 know, Blu
that-oh, please, IT needn't make
bit OF difference, 1t was only so
could see that you were looked aftel