d to a stretcher, said, "There's the Governor and his staff; that's
him in the high hat." It was really very well done. The Custom-house
and the Elevated Railroad and Castle Garden were as like to life as a
photograph, and the crowd was as well handled as a mob in a play. His
heart ached for it so that he could not bear the pain, and he turned his
back on it. It was cruel to keep it up so long. His keeper lifted him
in his arms, and pulled him into a dirty uniform which had belonged,
apparently, to a much larger man--a man who had been killed probably,
for there were dark-brown marks of blood on the tunic and breeches. When
he tried to stand on his feet, Castle Garden and the Battery disappeared
in a black cloud of night, just as he knew they would; but when he
opened his eyes from the stretcher, they had returned again. It was a
most remarkably vivid vision. They kept it up so well. Now the young
Doctor and the hospital steward were pretending to carry him down a
gang-plank and into an open space; and he saw quite close to him a long
line of policemen, and behind them thousands of faces, some of them
women's faces--women who pointed at him and then shook their heads and
cried, and pressed their hands to their cheeks, still looking at him. He
wondered why they cried. He did not know them, nor did they know him. No
one knew him; these people were only ghosts.

There was a quick parting in the crowd. A man he had once known shoved
two of the policemen to one side, and he heard a girl's voice speaking
his name, like a sob; and She came running out across the open space and
fell on her knees beside the stretcher, and bent down over him, and he
was clasped in two young, firm arms.

"Of course it is not real, of course it is not She," he assured himself.
"Because She would not do such a thing. Before all these people She
would not do it."

But he trembled and his heart throbbed so cruelly that he could not bear
the pain.

She was pretending to cry.

"They wired us you had started for Tampa on the hospital ship," She was
saying, "and Aunt and I went all the way there before we heard you had
been sent North. We have been on the cars a week. That is why I missed
you. Do you understand? It was not my fault. I tried to come. Indeed, I
tried to come."

She turned her head and looked up fearfully at the young Doctor.

"Tell me, why does he look at me like that?" she asked. "He doesn't know
me. Is he very ill? Tell me the tru