Willmar tribune. [volume] (Willmar, Minn.) 1895-1931, 1916-12-13

is the third night have not slept, and :
my God! I can bear it no longer!"
1t was f1esh-wound in the thigh,
such an one as usually proved fatal,
and while set him to talking / began
patching scraps of observation into
theory. He was from Pennsylvania,
and bitterly charged his State with
having done nothing for her wounded,
and when asked why he had not sent
for me, he said:
"Oh, l thought you were from
Massachusetts, like all the rest of
them; and if my own State wou1dsae-
nothing for me, would not beg PeO-
pie come here every day looking for
Massachusetts, soldiers. Since 1 have
been frantic here, ladies have come
and stood and looked at me, and said
Poor fellow!' as if had been a dog
l was as well raised as any of them,
even if am common soldier"
thought his recovery very doubt
full, and talked to draw his thoughts
to the better land. To his charges
against his native land, said: Il am
Pennsylvania; and more than
that, the Governor of Pennsylvania
sent me to you; babe me come to-
night, that you might know he
not forgotten you
"He did? Why, how did he kao 49,
anything about it," s~=s
He just knows all about it,5e2d.heS.
been caring for you all this, h-e.lLf
do not mean Andy Curtin. He is moth
ing but subaltern; but the dear
Lord, our Father in Heaven, who new
er forgets us, though He often afflicts
US He sent me to you now, that you
might know He loves you. 1t was He
who made me love you and care to
help you. All the love and care that
come to you are part of His love"
.'He Wept afresh but less bitterly,
and said:
"Oh you will think am baby!'
well! That is just what you ought
to be. Your past life is sufficient GER
tificate of manhood; and now has.
your time to be baby, while I
am mother. You have been lying here
like an engine, under high pressure
of steam, and the safety-Valve fasten-
there has been almost an explosion.
wood-your manhood and pride, anS1
let out all the groans and tears you
have pent in your heart. Cry all you
When l had talked him into mood
to let me feel If his feet were warm,I
found that wounded limb dreadfllly
swollen, cold almost as death, stretch
ed out as he lay on his back, and
cushion right under the heel. Had
there been NO wound the position
must have been uncomfortable. With
out letting him know, 1 drew that
cushion up until it filled the hollow
between the heel and calf of the Leg,
and supported the strained muscle.
tucked handful of oakum under the
knee, moved the toes, brushed and
rubbed the foot, until circulation start
ed, sponged it, rolled it in flannel, of
which had a supply in my basket,
washed the well foot, and put q ward
wooden sock on it, arranged the cover
so that it would not rest on the toes
of the sore leg; told him to get the
new surgeon next morning to make
large opening on the lower side Of
his thigh, where the bullet had gone
QUITO ask him to cut lengthwise OF
the muscle; get out everything he
could, that ought not to be In there;
keep that opening open with q roll at
bandage, so that old Mother Nature
should have trap-door through which
she could throw her chips out of th&
workshop in his thigh; to be sure an
not hint to the surgeon that had MID
anything about 1t, and not tail to have
it done. 49,
left him asleep, and the next day
he told me the surgeon had taken
quart Of pus and several pieces Of
WOODEN cloth out OF his wound, sand his
recovery was rapid.
(TD be continuod)