riend
who is a Red Cross nurse in the field hospital."

He hurriedly made his purchases, and they went on, Jeanne eagerly
devouring part of a cake of chocolate, though she also persisted in
clinging to Jack's hand. Somehow it made the boy feel much older when he
felt that confiding little hand in his. It seemed as though new
responsibilities had been suddenly thrust upon him.

The approach of night had put an end to most of the clamor that made day
seem so hideous. Only occasionally did a Big Bertha in the far distance
growl menacingly, to be followed by the crash of a mighty shell
somewhere within a mile or two of the spot where Jack and his charge
walked along through the forest.

He was stopped and challenged frequently, but having the countersign,
had no difficulty in passing the sentries. Many campfires twinkled under
the trees, near and far, where tired doughboys were resting and
doubtless exchanging stories of the day's exciting achievements; or
talking of home--what Broadway looked like, or Fourth Street, or Canal
Street; what the result of the world series of baseball games, a pet
subject of dispute among these brawny followers of the national sport.

"Getting tired, are you, Jeanne?" asked Jack presently, noticing that
the child dragged her little feet at times, despite all efforts to show
a brave front.

Without waiting for an answer Jack scooped her up in his arms, and
persisted in carrying her the rest of the way. Before they reached the
field hospital poor little tired Jeanne was fast asleep, snuggled in
those protecting arms, and as Jack looked down on her baby face, seen in
the first lights he came to, he renewed his vow to stand by the orphan
through thick and thin.

But here was the long low shed hastily put together, and fashioned so
that it could be taken down and moved farther along to the new front
every few days. Through the opening he glimpsed figures in white,
bearing the symbolic Red Cross on headpiece and left arm, moving about
among the white cots, attending to the wounded soldiers.

It was not long before Jack discovered the particular nurse for whom he
was looking. Nellie Leroy may have seemed young for such duties, but
what she lacked in age she more than made up for by her wonderful skill.
Indeed the head surgeon many times declared that the girl was a born
nurse; and when there was a particularly interesting case to be attended
he made it a point to see that the patient was place