The Palatka news and advertiser. [volume] (Palatka, Fla.) 1908-19??, 1917-07-20

ing, but of the sorrow of it, enough
to fill volumes.
In the late evening, the motor am
balances came in with their burdens,
brought from the first aid stations
dotted at intervals along the battle
front. God. How much there was to
be done We hurried breathlessly
hither and thither, talking in whis-
pers, attending to the wounded as fast
as we could, giving such relief as it
was in the power of man to give, for
injuries which are not truly of mans
making, yet still less of Gods.
Among US Flore Marise futtered
noiseless as a wrath. | was near her,
as it CHANGED, when she gave a little
Mortified cry Of recognition, and dis
covered in one of those bleeding
wrecks of what had been strong sons
of the Republic, that Auguste Mar
chant, who had once drunk book, and
written pretty verses to her in Paris.
1T is Auguste," she said, my
poet.' And there was an unmistak-
able sob in that brave voice of hers.
at was poetry that he loved, and all
things that are beautiful. And he was
sweet tempered like child. All, that
they have done this to him! But" rial
lying, eft was for la patriew
From the outset there was little
hope for Auguste Marchant. DR.. Ard
way told us the next morning of the |
one chance upon which recovery de-
pended. A skin grating operation,
alas, who could be
spared from duty long enough to
make such a sacrifice? Willing
hearts there were, but hands were
busy, and the need of one must Of
tentmes be foregone for the welfare
Of the many.
1t was then that to Flore Marise
her little hour came. at is for me
to do this she said, looking plead
ngIy into the surgeons astonished
ewes. Say it is for me, Monsieur.
VOLTA! | am young and very healthy
md strong" she went on breathless-
y, as # fearing opposition, "and they
WILL take my skin and save the life of
his little soldie". 1t will be for la
1atrie,"
DR.. Ardway, stirred little from his
usual professional calm. looked down {
ompassionately at the eager, tremu- |
Gus figure, and hesitated. ,
1T is not as if I were trained to
u"sing," continued Marise. with
'uchinc humility 1T is not as if I
we're useful. I shall not be missed,
think. You will be glad to be rid
f me. know it," t
my, child" responded DR.. Ardway,' J
nth characteristic brevity, 81 will ac- q
ent YOUR offer" 6
Captain de TorquevilIe and I were p
9th within earshot of the little colo d
NV, and he wheeled upon me now ?
18th a grin. "Diable!" he exclaimed II
erce!v, do YOU know what she 1
"No, Monsieur" I retorted curtlv. W
do not. But I know what she is
/ angelw
So it was that Flore Marise went
the operating table and freely gave
large area of her smooth and ten pl
II skin upon the slender chance of k,
wing the life of one of the soldiers oc
France. N
1t was a sad fate that prevented a
IIguste Merchant, poet soldier of ar F.
IerV' from ever really understand Fl
p the priceless gift which he had nc
'e!.Ved-a pift inspired bv a wo- tie
IN $ great love. not for him alone.
for all those whom she delighted DO
Ealing her little brothers" to
strange and dark are the fortunes be
W'r and it is not for me to philos- de
olZe unon these things. vet cannot fill
y accounting it a dep1or9hl stroke en-
destiny that prevented Flore Ma Ne