The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-07-18

ratio pulse. But he had probably been exposed to terrible shell-fire and his nerves were shattered. There was nothing for the nurse to do but con- unue as snc had peen doing.
 The nurse had been very good to Corporal Winston. Women had all ways been good to him. Physically he had been a perfect specimen of
 manhood, tall, six feet in his stocking feet. and well built. He had thick wavy hair; red he called 1t. but it was really a reddish brown that @hone in the sun like gold. The tan that he had gained byi life in the open was wearing off in the shelter of the hospital and showing the fair white skin that had earned for him as a boy the taunt of Sissy" But the boy who dared to call him that soon found that when 1t came to fighting inc was no sissy" His features were regular and his teeth wonderfully white. He had not had many sweet hearts. He had often admired girls but was sinsularly diffident about his own attractions. He worshipped from afar rather than risk a rebuff
 It was in his senior year at college that he had met Helen. As he lay there on his cot Winston began to think about those days. She had come East from Chicago to spend the winter with cousins. Their meeting had been absurd. Coming around q corner into the Square one day he had not only bumped into her but had upset her as we'll With profusa apologies he helped her up and a moment later was being presented by ono of the cousins who was fortunate ly in his class. Hitherto their ac- gu1intance had been slight but now Winston cultivated 1t assiduously.
 From the first there had been no doubt in his mind that he wanted Helen and she soon showed him that his wanting her brought the same joy 10 her that it did him. What beautiful year that was eliminating in Class Day and Commencement. Yes. this must be Glass Day for that dark haired girl up there was Helen. But how did he get here. He thought he went to France. Then everything got so mixed he gave ft up. His moaning brought Nurse Hooper who quieted him again and gave him something to ease his pain. Again she took his pulse and shook her head.
 Winston became drowsy and slept for a while. Was it a dream that he was home again lie could see their little house. It was a few miles out from the city and had a little garden around it. What fun they had had that first summer after their mar riage. Helen had planted pansies and nasturtiiims in every little cor ner and he had taken such pride in Bis radishes and beets. To be sure tho crop had not been a very full cne but the flavor of the vegetables %eomed to be unsurpassed. Then the baby came. It seemed that there was nothing left in the world to be wished for. His soul was full to overfIowinG with happiness.
 There never was such 2 boy How they poured over the baby books. Tbcx- read everything there was to read about babies in the first few weeks and kept applying this knowl- edge with constant enthusiasm. What fun 1t was at night time to undress the tiny little form and ma s 1t ready for bed. Sometimes Helen grew little impatient during these even ing rites. She seemed tired and did not want him bothering around but she had the baby all day and was glad to tuck him safely away Of course, she was tied at home pretty closely. A woman does get tired of seefng no one but a baby all day and then -her- husband pouring---over the 4 IH J