— coming toward her, heading for the room she had left.

"Good morning, Sister. May I go in to my captain?"

"What are you carrying in your hand? The Captain is in the best of health. But the doctors' insistence that he must keep his nerves calm has not changed. So it is better not to give him these letters if they carry troubling news."

"Only two letters, Sister. As for this one" (and he showed a large yellow envelope), "it is an official communication from head-quarters. Official communications addressed to a wounded, ailing officer are not usually troubling — that is, if they do not contain something to gladden him. And as for this letter" (and he showed a blue envelope printed with the name of a hotel in Alexandria), "it comes to him from someone whose news he is glad to receive." (As he said this, the "orderly" twitched one side of his face in a meaningful way.)

"Go to him, then, before he leaves his room for the garden."

She resumed her way, walking slowly. And sorrow showed on her face as she gazed at the hand his hand had touched a while before, communing with herself: Why did he touch me in that way? It is not the touch I have known from the sick when they

are in pain and complain, asking for relief from the pain, expecting words of hope; nor has my own touch ever been like this before. His touch today had command in it, and there was rejoicing in it too.

Is this the touch of man, against whose evil our Holy Roman Apostolic Catholic Mother Church warns us? Is that how men touch women in the life of society? My God, forgive me, for I showed no displeasure and I felt no displea-sure! Pardon the vast gladness that flooded my heart! It is a sinful gladness... What a bewitch-ing young man! What a long, deep gaze, and what full lips when they hasten to drink, as though they drowned in the milk the words that hovered over it! Something of him clings to my hand. His hand cast a spark into mine. O Child Jesus, cleanse my hand of the stain that clings to it, and put this temptation far from me!...

Eleven o'clock passed while Sister Yolanda, the head nurse, went about her many duties: conferring with the doctors and receiving their orders, visiting the patients

and listening to their complaints, giving medicine to some of them, supervising the servants in cleaning the rooms of those away in the garden or on the balconies.

And when she reached the Captain's room she found the ser-vants there; she ordered the bed-sheets changed and began pulling them off the bed with her own hand. It was then she came upon the two letters under the pillow, and understood that the Captain had opened them and read them before going out, leaving them open under the pillow. She picked them up to lay them on the table, without any intention of reading them. But her glance fell upon them by chance. And when she read the first words of the blue letter, she forgot that she was a nun, and a well-bred woman who may not look into personal letters even if she finds them open. Her eyes ran over the lines, devouring them, and she read the following:

Dear Maurice!

"You always used to say of this fiancée of yours that she was a mistress of skillful stratagem. I now agree with your opinion,

Eno's Fruit Salt

This radiant face... the credit goes to:

"Eno's"...

To keep yourself in good health, Madam, and to gain a lovely complexion, make it a habit to take every day a glass of

Eno's Fruit Salt

VapoRub

Throat Congestion

Rub your throat with "VapoRub" and cover it with a piece of warm wool; it works exactly like a plaster, while its inhaled vapors relieve the inflammation. Also melt a little of it on your tongue.

It is enough to rub with VapoRub