The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1916-03-22

l men, so nurr1eQly sought them, eX
 plained the situation and asked if they
 thought we could manage some way
 for night or two.
 .Of course" they bothYsaid. "We'd l do aa great deal to save any mans life
 but all the more since he is your l friend
 "Oh. no,''. I hastened to explain, t.he }-he-isn't exactly a friendr-
 tOh, well, never mind,'' one of them
 interrupted, don't keep the poor man l on the operating table any longer, no
 matter whose friend he is or isn't We
 are not going to bed tonight at all, at l all." she laughed, and tomorrow we l will manage, somehow = but = what 1 about you p ]
 ssoh, I'll find a place. I said. Don't
 worry abour thatg' ~
 The place really found was a lft- tie cot in my own room-that is, Cap tain Frazer's room-for the present. Somehow I could not bear to think of leaving him alone. In case of hem orrhage in this condition I knew 1t would be all over with him. An hour later, when went back to the room, the sun had come up, and once again that long, monotonous roll of artillery filled the air. From my window, owing to the clearness of the day, could see the city, with it's old square church towers and red roofs. From time to time all this was plotted out in cloud of smoke and red dust caused by the falling of bricks and tiles.
 Turning wearily away from the win dow. went slowly over to the bed and gazed long and earnestly at the handsome, fine face and the strong, athletic body, gracefully outlined un-7 der the course linen sheet. There he lay, splendid specimen of Gods handL iwork, helpless, finished, perhaps dy- ing-and this was wari He was SO white and still I gently felt for the pulse. It was jerky and intermittent decided that the doctor had better see him. I am afraid my touch, al though tried to make it light, must have disturbed him, for he opened his eyes and looked at me, it seemed for minutes, with quizzieal, rather wor- ried expression. Then slowly from his face and hss eyes the drawn, set look of pain disappeared, and he smiled up at me and said with little of the ring in his voice that remembered so well, Why you are the little girl from che boatY' and then relapsed into that dark borderland that lies between life and death.
 A distinguished officer, General M, had been wounded. Gossip said it was the work of a spy. However it may have been, this gallant soldier had re- ceived a very painful and serious in- jury and thefe was great anxiety among the staff But all this was as nothing when the word went round that General Joffre himself was com ing to pay his wounded general visit. There was much speculation among the nurses as to whether we would be. able to catch a glimpse of him. I decided that in all probability there. would be very little chance of my having even peep, although had been detailed as one of the nurses on the case. Great was my surprise when an orderly came to fetch me, saying that the doctor wanted to speak to me in General Ms room and added in breathless. whisper, General Jofre himself is there"
 When I went in they were discussing some phase of the case, and the doctor said :s.'Here is the nurse She will be able to tell us.', The patient insisted on having General Jofrne shown his wound. It was childish wish, but then fever often plays strange tricks
 
 gan 1oosening some of the bandages. As he was doing so had minute in which to look at the celebrated gen eral. I saw man of moderate height, broad of shoulders and wide of girth. His gray mustache and overhanging brows gave his face something of sternness, but somehow I felt that his severe camness was rather pose-a mask-he had adopted. I remembered that some one had said of him that he was the master of his fate and the captain of his soul.'' He looked it.
 tsAh, general said the wounded man, looking up at him. Eff had been as Strict with myself as you have, as moderate in smoking and drinking and kept those good, early hours that you keep I should be much more likely to pull through quickly"
 My dear boy,'' the general replied, you are all right, and 1t is just ques- ton of a few weeks care and patience he repeated, with sincere tenderness in his voice, for the wound ed man had been with him during 1 many campaigns in Africa and Mada- 1 gascar.
 It was getting late when he left the | room and he had many kilometers to go, but he insisted on walking through the 1 hospital saying a word to each of the 1 men there, alluding to them as ines braves petits so1dats.'' In one of the beds there was a Scotchman. The | general spoke to him and said, f'You are | one of the men that Germans call thol- | , Qaddies from helD. Quick l as flash the Scot answered: That's | a great compliment, sir. It shows that 1 they think we fight like devils,'' at l which the general laughed good humor- 1 edly.
 For the last few days I had been do Ing extra work in the German prison | ers' ward. Some way they came to know that I was from America, which | made them eager to chat with me-in fact, so eager that it was only with | dificulty prevented it interfering |