Daisy In The Field

We came round, last of all, to Preston's couch again; and the

doctor paused. He glanced at me again for the first time in a

long while. I do not know how I trembled inwardly; outwardly,

I am sure, I did not flinch. His eye went to Preston.

"Do you see, you are to have a better nurse than you deserve?"

he said.

"It is disgusting!" Preston muttered.

"Some things are," answered the doctor; "not a brave woman, or

a gentle man."

"Send Daisy away from this place. You know she ought not to be

here; and you can forbid it."

"You overstate my power, my friend," said the doctor. "Shall

we see how you are getting along to-day."

Preston's eye came to me again, silently, with reluctance and

regret in it. I was touched more than I chose to show, and

more than it was safe to think about."

"Does she know?" he asked.

"She does not know. Your cousin, Miss Randolph, has given one

of his arms for his cherished cause."

"And one of my legs too," said Preston. "If it would do the

cause any good, I would not care; but what good does it do?

That's what I don't like about powder."

I had much ado to stand this communication. The work of

examining and dressing Preston's wounds, however, immediately

began; and in the effort to do my part, as usual, I found the

best relief for overstrained nerves. I think some tears fell

upon the bandages; but no word of remark was made by either

physician or patient, till the whole business was concluded.

Dr. Sandford then carried me off to a nice, warm, comfortable

apartment, which he told me I might always hold as my own

whenever I had time to be there; he seated me in a chair, and

a second time poured me out a glass of wine, which he took

from a cupboard.

"I do not drink it," I said, shaking my head.

"Yes, you do, - to-day."

"I never drink it," I said. "I cannot touch it, Dr. Sandford."

"You must take something. What is the matter with the wine? Is

it disagreeable to you?"

"I will not help anybody else drink it," I said, looking at

him and forcing a smile; for I was tired and very sick at

heart.

"Nobody will know you take it."

"Not if I do not take it. They will if I do."

"Are you going upon that old childish plan of yours?" said the

doctor, sitting down beside me and looking with a wistful kind

of tenderness into my face. "Are you bent still upon living

for other people, Daisy?"

"You know, the Master I follow did so; and His servants must

be like him," I said, and I felt my smile was stronger and

brighter this time. Dr. Sandford arose, summoned an attendant

and sent him off for a cup of tea for me; then saw me take it.