Forest City press. (Forest City, Potter County, D.T. [S.D.]) 1883-19??, 1915-06-16

me as she barred the soldiers arm and
prickcd it with the needle of a little
Syringe. l doubt If she realized that l
was there at all. SO intent was she on
business. But weary. desperately
weary though she was, she never lost
that cheerfuiness which is drilled into
her profession nor that mother atti-
tude toward the childishness of man
which is Unborn in woman.
Nov don't fuss, my boy" she said.
'1his Will ease You. and whe! you
wake up Wen be starting o back TO
Scotland. From Dundee? Dundee is a
tine city. Let me tuck the blanket un-
der you. y hand eached out from the
next cot-tnis man was a little deliri-
ous-and clutched. She evaded his
nand. and she anietcd him also with
ner easy, musical English voice. Which
seemed like the secnt of English mead
ows. y harsh shouting began from q
cor three places down the line. h
perceived, as l did, that this was not
pain nor delirium. but merely night
niare-the nightmare so common
among the wounded. He thought he
was back in it again. She shook him,
woke him. There my boy. you're not
in the fight any more: you're in bed.
getting Well" she said. Then, half
running. she made her way back to
the supply room for more drugs. more
bandages. more tools Of her trade.
Pat from The BRONX"
began now to search tor Canadians
the instinct to luok for your own in
the strange land. 1T was charity not to
trouble the first one l found. He was
shot through the head and dazed With
1t all. He had the accent of Oxford
some English1nan who had found him
self in the olonies when the cali came.
But the next one-ONford never bred
that accent. He lay on u stretcher OH
the floor. ticketed for England. ana
was starting in half an hour. He was
rather old for. a soldier. His face was
fine, lean. rather a~scetic. but he had
Il knobby pair of shoulders which told
OF hard labor. And his mouth held q
flne irish dialect. but a dialect which
struck me as more familiar. somehow.
h broad speech of my Dublin
tusileer. | asked him where he en-
listed. and he said: Toronto. You're
When 1 told him that l lived in New
York he admitted that he had gone up
to Canada to enlist from THE BRONX
His leg a gone. taken off just below
the knee. His first name was Pat. !
shant tell his family name for reasons
Which will presently appear. For as
talked j began strongly to suspect
Fat. He knew New York too we'll. His
eye lit up too brightly whenever ] be
gan to introduce local color into my
talk. And he matched it with no Ca
local olo of his own.
Pat l said finally. you can fool
another Yankee. You're an American
citizen. n you've been voting straight
e since you came of age"
Pat a lifted himself on his cot and
looked me i'm the eye.
You won't print hat on me. will
vou"" he asked.
| admit that I was puzzled.
You see" he said. TIN wrecked.
they wouldn't be takin' care of
with pensions if they Knew 1 wasn't
L subject"
You don't suppose they'd let you
starve after this, dc your" asked.
Not even if you We're a Turk"
But Pat refused to be convinced.
Somewhere in him burned u suspicion
If the gratitude in democracies.
Very well, l PROMISE" I said. II
vas thinking of making a hero of you"
Heroes is all very WE'LL replied Pat,
but that don't git you nawthin'." TIL
bearers came just her and lifted him
Up. he was on his way to England.
Pat tool a long breath.
Well. here's starting life ag'in,'' he
aid. See you in The Bronix."