ust have one more to help us."

Just then some one touched Virginia's arm. It was her father.

"I am afraid we must go, dear," he said, "your aunt is getting
impatient."

"Won't you please go without me, Pa?" she asked. "Perhaps I can be of
some use."

The Colonel cast a wondering glance at the limp uniform, and went
away. The surgeon, who knew the Carvel family, gave Virginia a look of
astonishment. It was Mrs. Brice's searching gaze that brought the color
to the girl's, face.

"Thank you, my dear," she said simply.

As soon as he could get his sister-in-law off to Locust Street in the
carriage, Colonel Carvel came back. For two reeking hours he stood
against the newly plastered wall. Even he was surprised at the fortitude
and skill Virginia showed from the very first, when she had deftly
cut away the stiffened blue cloth, and helped to take off the rough
bandages. At length the fearful operation was finished, and the weary
surgeon, gathering up his box, expressed with all the energy left to
him, his thanks to the two ladies.

Virginia stood up, faint and dizzy. The work of her hands had sustained
her while it lasted, but now the ordeal was come. She went down the
stairs on her father's arm, and out into the air. All at once she knew
that Mrs. Brice was beside her, and had taken her by the hand.

"My dear?" she was saying, "God will reward you for this act. You have
taught many of us to-day a lesson we should have learned in our Bibles."

Virginia trembled with many emotions, but she answered nothing. The
mere presence of this woman had a strange effect upon the girl,--she was
filled with a longing unutterable. It was not because Margaret Brice
was the mother of him whose life had been so strangely blended with
hers--whom she saw in her dreams. And yet now some of Stephen's traits
seemed to come to her understanding, as by a revelation. Virginia had
labored through the heat of the day by Margaret Brice's side doing His
work, which levels all feuds and makes all women sisters. One brief
second had been needful for the spell.

The Colonel bowed with that courtesy and respect which distinguished
him, and Mrs. Brice left them to go back into the room of torment, and
watch by the sergeant's pallet. Virginia's eyes followed her up the
stairs, and then she and her father walked slowly to the carriage. With
her foot on the step Virginia paused.

"Pa," she said, "do you think it would be possible to get them to let