Penny Dreadfuls, 1890 · page 174 of 253
At a Girl's Mercy, or, The Fortunes of War — page 174: what you’re looking at
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AT A GIRI’S MERCY. 163 and your brave face that sort of helps them to pick - up new courage, and go ahead with the fight for life. I wish you could only cure the sore hearts of those waiting for news of these fellows as you cure their grumbling. But I always feel that if there is any hope for a poor fellow he will win in here. I only wish there were room for more than there is. There are SO many whom we cannot crowd in.”’ And Helen knew it was too true. and renewed her ‘tender efforts to help on those who could be brought under their care, thankful that she could do even her little to end the terrible war. CHAPTER XVII. A GRATEFUL PATIENT. It was a hard struggle, and many times both the nurse and the surgeon were ready to give up, but still it did not fail. Whether it was Helen’s brave spirit giving strength to the brave spirit before her, or whether the work of the willing hands was not. yet done, who could tell? But by and by, after days and nights of watching and care, along with the care of others as sorely wounded as was the young captain, the fits of delirium abated, the fever grew less violent, reason returned, and Charlie Court- land was on the road to recovery, though still very weak and helpless. And when Helen knew beyond a doubt her friend would recover, her heart was elad and ready, it seemed to her, for anything that might come to her. But it was harder to keep a cheery face and brave heart, after all, while the patient was recovering, and merely lay day in and day out longing to enter the fight again, and help end the war that was draining the country of so many of her sons. He had been listening to an especially vivid account of a recent battle from the lips of one of the men brought in, and he was fuming and fretting as she had not thought the big brave man could fume and fret, muttering desperate threats of stealing off to the fields again if the chance would only offer, with- (aXe) 3 _ | comicbooks