ned toward her desk, and there stood, both hands
pressed hard to her heart, fighting hard to control the tumultuous
tides that surged through her heart and thundered in her ears. "Barney!
Barney!" she whispered. "Oh, Barney, at last!" The blue eyes were wide
open and all aglow with the tender light of her great love. "Barney,"
she said over and over, "my love, my love, my--ah, not mine--" A sob
caught her voice. Over her desk hung a copy of Hoffman's great picture,
the Christ kneeling in Gethsemane. She went close to the picture. "O
Christ!" she cried brokenly, "I, too! Help me!" A knock came to the
door, Nurse Crane entered. Margaret quickly turned toward her desk
again.

"Dr. Bailey is at the door with a patient," said the nurse.

"Dr. Bailey?" echoed Margaret, not daring to look up, her trembling
hands fluttering among the papers on the desk. "Go to him, Nurse, and
get what he wants. Take my room. I shall follow in a moment."

Once more she was alone. Again she stood before the picture of the
Christ, the words of the great submission ringing through the chambers
of her soul. "Not my will but Thine be done." She pressed nearer the
picture, gazing into that strong, patient, suffering face through the
rain of welcome tears. "O Christ!" she whispered, "dear blessed Christ!
I understand--now. Help me! Help me!" Then, after a pause, "Not my will!
Not my will!"

The strife was past. Quietly she went to the lavatory that stood in
the corner of her office, bathed her eyes, smoothed away the signs of
struggle from her face, and went forth serene to her duty and her cross.
In the hall she met Barney. With a quick, light step she was at his
side, both hands stretched out. "Barney!" "Margaret!" was all they said.
For a moment or two Barney stood holding her hands, gazing without a
word into the sweet face, so pale, so beautiful, so serenely strong.
Twice he essayed to speak, but the words choked in his throat. Turning
abruptly away he pointed to the figure under the grey blanket on the
camp bed.

"I've brought--you--Dick," at last he said hoarsely.

"Dick! Hurt? Not--" She halted before the dreaded word.

"No, injured. Badly, I fear, but I hope--"

"The room is ready," said Nurse Crane.

At once all other thoughts and emotions gave way to the immediate
demands of their common duty. They had work to do, and they had trained
themselves to obey without thought of self that Divine call to serve
the suffering. Together they