an as I would have one do to my son in a like
extremity."

The old Doctor's voice broke, for he had lost a son in the army.
Recovering himself, he continued, "I must go now, for I may be needed by
some of our own gallant boys. I will drop in this evening, if possible,
and see how your patient is getting along. God bless you, Joyce, you have
a kind heart."

Joyce looked after the old Doctor with swimming eyes. "One of God's
noblemen," she murmured.

She took the belt which had been taken from Calhoun, and which had been
handed her by the Doctor, and put it carefully away. She then began her
vigil beside the bedside of the wounded man. The Doctor had given her
minute directions, and she followed them faithfully. It was some hours
before Calhoun began to show signs of consciousness, and when he did come
to, he was delirious, and in a raging fever.

The Doctor returned as he had promised. He shook his head as he felt
Calhoun's pulse, and listened to his incoherent mutterings.

"This is bad," he said. "It is fortunate he lost so much blood, or this
fever would consume him. But we must hope for the best. Only the best of
nursing will bring him through."

"That he shall have," said Joyce. "I have sent for Margaret Goodsen. You
know she is an army nurse, and knows all about wounded men."

"Yes, Margaret is good, none better," replied the Doctor.

All through that night Joyce sat by the bedside of Calhoun cooling his
fevered brow, giving him refreshing drinks. He talked almost continually
to himself. Now he would be leading his men in battle, cheering them on.
Then he was a boy, engaged in boyish sports. The name of Fred was uttered
again and again.

"I wonder who Fred can be?" thought Joyce; "a brother, probably."

Joyce Crawford was the only daughter of the Hon. Lorenzo Crawford, one of
the most prominent citizens of Columbiana County. Mr. Crawford had served
two terms in Congress, and was at the time of the war a member of the
state senate. He had one child besides Joyce, his son Mark, who we have
seen was a major in the Federal army.

Mr. Crawford lost his wife when Joyce was three years old; since that time
his house had been presided over by a maiden sister. This lady was absent
in Steubenville when Morgan appeared so suddenly in the county; thus at
the time of Calhoun's appearance only Joyce and the servants were at home,
Mr. Crawford being absent in the east on duties connected with the
Sanitary Commission.