ait until it's passed around."

Migwan promptly complied while the rest listened eagerly as she read:

Good Samaritan Hospital, St. Margaret's, N.S.

DEAR GIRLS:

_Oh_, I'm so thankful I can hardly write; my pen wants to dance jigs
instead of staying on the lines, but I must let you know at once because
I know how anxious you have been. Sherry is out of danger, he rounded
the corner today, and there isn't much doubt about his recovery.

But if you had ever seen the day I arrived--! I got to St. Margaret's in
the afternoon, tumbled into the first cab that stood outside the
station; begged the driver to lose no time getting to the hospital, and
went rattledly banging over the rough streets as though we were fleeing
from the German army. The hospital was filled to overflowing with the
survivors of the wreck, all of whom had been brought into the port of
St. Margaret's. Beds were everywhere--in the offices, in the corridors,
in the entries. It took me some time to locate Sherry because there
was so much confusion, but I found him at last in one of the wards.

As I came up I heard a doctor who had been attending him say to the
nurse beside him, "It's all up with him, poor chap."

Then he turned around and saw me standing there, and I said quietly, "I
am his wife."

He and the nurse exchanged glances, and he looked distressed. He seemed
to expect me to go off into a fit or a faint, and looked surprised
because I stayed so calm. I was surprised myself. I seemed to be in a
dream and moved and acted quite automatically.

Sherry did not know me; he had been struck on the head while swimming
for a lifeboat, and had been insensible for hours. The doctors said his
skull was fractured. They had done everything they could; there was
nothing to do now but wait until the end came.

I had had nothing to eat all day, because I had been too nervous to eat
on the train. But I stayed by his bedside all that night watching. He
was still living in the morning and I left him at times to help look
after other patients, because the nurses simply couldn't get around fast
enough.

One of the men I waited on was a friend of Sherry's, a Y.M.C.A. man. He
said that Sherry was being sent back to America to give a series of
lectures. Just think! to have come safely through those awful months in
the trenches, and then to perish when so near home!

For three days he lay