Trooper Tales — page 262: what you’re looking at

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246 A Soldier and a Man. “Do you want to go up north?” the doctor asked. Arden spoke no word for several seconds. ‘Then he turned his eyes toward the door-way. He saw Eulalie, the little red maiden. He saw, too, the agony and the prayer which was in her great, dark, Spanish eyes. Then he said to the troop surgeon: “T don’t know of any one who is pining for me back in the States. . . . No, I don’t want to go—up north!” An hour later the first sergeant entered the squad-room. Arden eyed him thoughtfully for a moment and then said: “I would be very glad, sergeant, if you would give me that bunch of money that I left with you the other night.” The non-commissioned officer brought him the win- nings. “Thank you, sergeant,’ Arden resumed. “Could I see the chaplain this morning ?” Eulalie was at the door-way, and a few minutes after- ward the godly man of the regiment was brought to the wounded trooper’s bedside. For a time he listened to low-spoken words from the man in the bunk, after which Eulalie was also brought to the trooper’s bedside. And eradually there came to her the mighty realization that she was no longer nameless, for did not the interpreter tell her sd in her own tongue? And she was allowed to kiss the white soldier, but why—why was this money— this fortune placed in her hands by the chaplain? She would die for the smiles of the white soldier—but (COANE NOK KS,(EC)