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

newspaper through the short evening hours.
 Probably that was the reason that Roy Haskell, Winstons college chum, received such a cordial welcome from
 Helen when he made them visit
 that spring of 1914. He had come on Winston's invitation but his pres
 ence was not an unmixed joy. Win ston did not admit even to himself that he was jealous and he would have fought anyone who even dared hint that there was the slightest reason for 1t, but, neverth eless, he was not sorry when the visit was over.
 Just then Corporal Winston cried aloud. Was 1t because of that reco1- lection or was 1t his cratic pulse. The nurse came again and tried 10 quiet him but he would not lie down He looked around him with staring eyes and spoke distinctly and with great
 deliberation. He pointed to one of the painted figures on the wall. That is my wife" he announced. T want you to know her. She Is the finest woman in the world. She loves me l wish that I had been a more worthy husband. That is my son beside her. He looks like his mother. I'm glad" Just as he finished he lay back on his p44lO" anu diIIOSI instantly Tell into a calm sleep. The nurse took his pulse and it was quite normal
 For an hour he slepa It was get ting dusk. Then a call "HeIen' ran, out through the ward The nurse7 found him sitting straight up in his bed. Again his pulse was pounding away. The doctor on his nightly rounds shook his head and passed away. He knew nothing to do that would help. Corporal Winston look cd up into the nurses face. T think I'm going out he said calmly. T want to say goodbye to my wife. VIII you please take it down for me?' He dictated a short letter ir which longing for the presence of his wife and baby seemed to cry from every word. Almost before he had finished he fell back on the pillow in n deep sleep.
 Corporal Winston did not seem to l be improving. A few days later one of the great specialists who was giv- ing his time and knowledge to the | service of his country and her sons was brought to see him. He examined him carefully but without definite re- suits. Certainly everything that | could be done for him was being | done. But he was wise in his knowI- | edge of the human heart and so he | said that the best thing to do would | be to send the boy back home, back | to New England, as soon possible. l His wife and baby was evidently the | medicine he needed; certainly no | ether seemed to have any effect.
 So Corporal Winston was sent by l slow stages to St. Nazaire and from | there by steamer to New York. The | ocean trip seemed to agree with him ! hno pr11 lat to his wife. As soon as that letter reached her. Helen put her baby in charge of her mother who lived near her and started for New York. Their meeting was a golden moment in | their lives. To Helen 1t seemed as though never again would she have any troubles. Her prayers were | answered, she held her husband gain in her arms. Her presence seemed to satisfy the heart hunger that had stared from his eyes and he to gain strength rapidly those few days she was with him. She told him that their son was Just | beginning to walk and would lisp Daddy" whenever shown his fathef's picture. She also told him that Roy Haskell had been stationed at Camp Devens and that she had seen him often. Whenever he could get few days furlough he had come to Bos- ton and had often taken her to a show. It had been very pleasant but | she had been very lonely but now he had gone over seas and was probably in the trenches by this time.
 He thought perhaps he might run akross you over there. Poor Roy. he rather hated to go," she said.
 After Helen went home Winston found the days very long and tire- some. There was nothing he could do and he grew silent and irritable.