fanned him until he breathed more
easily. I stayed with him all that night, though I was not on
duty. You see, his eyes also were badly burned. But before he
died he was able to see very well. I stayed with him every
minute of that night and have never seen a finer character
than he showed during all that dreadful fight for life. He had
several bad sinking attacks that night and came through each
one simply because of his great will power and fighting
spirit. After each attack he would grip my hand and say,
"Well, we made it that time, didn't we, nurse? And if you'll
only stay with me we'll win this fight." At intervals during
the night I gave him sips of black coffee which was all he
could swallow. Each time I gave it to him he would ask me if I
had had some. That was only one instance of his thoughtfulness
even in his suffering. Toward morning he asked me if he was
going to die. I could not tell him the truth. He needed all
his strength. I told him he had one chance in a thousand. He
seemed to become very strong then, and sitting bolt upright in
bed and shaking his fist, he said: "Then by the Lord I'll
fight for it!" We kept him alive for three days, and actually
thought we had won when on the third day....

But even in your sorrow you must be very proud to have been
the mother of such a son....

I am a Wisconsin girl--Madison. When this is over and I come
home will you let me see you so that I may tell you more than
I can possibly write?

MARIAN KING.

It was in March, six months later, that Marian King came. They had hoped
for it, but never expected it. And she came. Four people were waiting in
the living room of the big Baldwin house overlooking the river. Flora
and her husband, Adele and Aunt Sophy. They sat, waiting. Now and then
Adele would rise, nervously, and go to the window that faced the street.
Flora was weeping with audible sniffs. Baldwin sat in his chair frowning
a little, a dead cigar in one corner of his mouth. Only Aunt Sophy sat
quietly, waiting.

There was little conversation. None in the last five minutes. Flora
broke the silence, dabbing at her face with her handkerchief as she
spoke.

"Sophy, how can you sit there like that? Not that I don't envy you. I
do. I remember I used to feel sorry for you. I used to say, 'Poor
Sophy.' But you unmarried ones are the h