The St. Charles herald. [volume] (Hahnville, La.) 1873-1993, 1918-11-23

a moment thought seriously of hel
many flirtations.
But in a way her big captain had
been right. Life told her that she
could easily have succumbed had she
| been less true to some nearer love.
harrington, along with other men,
could perhaps not appreciate that she
was not like other women in love.
Dawn loved love, but she also loved
her work. She was generous and big
hearted and unsclfish, and wanted 9TH
ers to be the same.
The months flew past. Dawn
reached wonderful heights Of fame in
her writing and found very level
sense Of contentment and happiness.
She had many friends and many who
would have been more than friends.
She began to dress exquisitely. The
beautiful arms and shoulders were
even more lovely when set off by beau
tiful gowns.
Then suddenly Dawn knew that
Captain harrington had been brought
back home wounded-wOunded to the
point of being on that terrible preci-
pice that rears itself between life and
death.
She knew, also, that considerable
amount of skin-grafting was all that
might save his life. 1t was no time
before Dawn had made her way de-
terminedly to the surgeon in charge
Of Barrington's case.
"And he must never know" she In
sisted, after having pleaded success
fully with the surgeon. The blood
test had been perfect. Dawn was
permitted to give many, many square
inches Of skin from her wonderful
arms and shoulders that Darlington
might live.
The operation was successful. Bar
rington, being totally unconscious,
knew not that Dawn's skin had been
grated on his frightful wounds.
Dawn's courage had been marvellous
and her spirit felt greatly rejoiced.
She had done a small bit in the great
fight.
No one in her big circle Of friends
knew why Dawn stopped wearing the
lovely gowns that revealed her satiny
arms, and no one knew that Capt.
Harry Barrington's recovery was
entirely due to the skin taken from
those same arms.
When the hero was out of hospital
and able to attend it big dinner was
there, and her eyes were steady and
held the old light in them when she
and harrington again clasped hands.
"Dawn, Dawn" was all harrington
said. His eyes told her that life had
meant nothing to him without her,
and finally his lips said that he had
been wrong, all wrong in demanding
so much of her. :,
Dawn's smile was radiant She had
won the kind Of love she had always
dreamed Of and she could look Bar
rington squarely in the eyes and tell
him she had never wavered from his
love.
Back In the studio after the dinner,
Darlington took Dawn swiftly into his
arms. Afterward. when suggestion
of calm reached him, harrington
trailed his fingers down over Dawn's
arm.
"Why are my satiny, precious arms
hidden by this chiffony thing1 And
why are Dawn Corners shoulders so
modestly under Govern
Dawn shrank and the color stained
her cheeks. harrington had never
seen her shrink from his touch.
TITS just a little scar or two." she
said swiftly; "they will all vanish
some day"
harrington looked hard at her.
Loves eyes are overkeen and loves
brain intuitive. Her sleeve was swift
ly rolled back and Barrington's heart
thumped madly.
He trembled with her in his arms
as he had not trembled when the great
shell sprang at him on the battle
field.
"But I couldn't have any other per
sons skin on your arms" she said
finally with a little trembling laugh.
''It would have worried me-all the
time"
"Dawn-my own wonderful Dawn"
was all harrington said.