long wondering
look.

"Stop the car, please, for a moment," she asked. He obeyed immediately.

"Mr. Waller," she said gently, "Don't you remember these little
porridge bowls?"

She tore the wrappings from the bowls, disclosing the rabbits and the
chickens. The man took them in his hands reverently. His lips pressed
together to form the letter P.

"Yes," said Josie, "Polly and Peter! You lived in Atlanta on Peachtree
Street. Your wife is Mary and your name is Stephen. You enlisted in the
United States Army at the first call to arms. Your wife is well and so
are your children."

"Mary! Mary!" he cried, and clasping the porridge bowls to his heart he
wept--great sobs shaking his frame.

When he could control himself he begged Josie to tell him more.
"Everything is coming back to me in leaps and bounds. It is just like
the plots of the novels that I have read before. Now we must go and
report to the Colonel. The funny thing is I remember now that I am a
captain. At least I was. Perhaps I am dead in the eyes of the army. I
reckon I was reported missing in action."

"Your wife believes you are alive." Then Josie must tell the poor man
of all the trials his wife had undergone and of the perfidy of Chester
Hunt. She did it in as few words as possible. He was deeply moved at
the story of her sufferings.

"To think of her being so close to me all the time! Once I thought I
heard someone calling me. I couldn't catch the name but there was a
tone of voice that rang in my ears for days and days. It was while I
was driving the truck, and bless me if it wasn't going along that road
that leads near that sanitarium. I must report to the Colonel first and
then I can go get my wife."

"Dr Harper may make some trouble, as his rule is not to let a patient
out until the person who is responsible for her being there comes to
remove her."

"We'll see about that," and his jaws snapped together much to Josie's
admiration. She had great respect for a firm jaw.

"I am leaving my job now, as there is no use in my staying longer in
the employ of the oily Dr. Harper. Perhaps I can help you. It is a pity
for dear Mrs. Waller to spend another moment in this place where she
has been so miserable. It would take some time for Mr. Hunt to reach
here from Atlanta. When he comes he may make trouble about identifying
you. He is so determined that you are dead, but I shall let your wife
go into details concerning what that man hopes to gain by y