and　a　sudden　awakening　in　bed。　　At　these　moments　the　familiar　and
  hated　palms；　the　peaks　and　the　block…house　were　more　hideous　in
  their　reality　than　the　most　terrifying　of　his　nightmares。
  These　excursions　afield　were　always　predatory；　he　went　forth
  always　to　seek　food。　　With　all　the　beautiful　world　from　which　to
  elect　and　choose；　he　sought　out　only　those　places　where　eating
  was　studied　and　elevated　to　an　art。　　These　visits　were　much　more
  vivid　in　their　detail　than　any　he　had　ever　before　made　to　these
  same　resorts。　　They　invariably　began　in　a　carriage；　which　carried
  him　swiftly　over　smooth　asphalt。　　One　route　brought　him　across　a
  great　and　beautiful　square；　radiating　with　rows　and　rows　of
  flickering　lights；　two　fountains　splashed　in　the　centre　of　the
  square；　and　six　women　of　stone　guarded　its　approaches。　　One　of
  the　women　was　hung　with　wreaths　of　mourning。　　Ahead　of　him　the
  late　twilight　darkened　behind　a　great　arch；　which　seemed　to　rise
  on　the　horizon　of　the　world；　a　great　window　into　the　heavens
  beyond。　　At　either　side　strings　of　white　and　colored　globes　hung
  among　the　trees；　and　the　sound　of　music　came　joyfully　from
  theatres　in　the　open　air。　　He　knew　the　restaurant　under　the　trees
  to　which　he　was　now　hastening；　and　the　fountain　beside　it；　and
  the　very　sparrows　balancing　on　the　fountain's　edge；　he　knew　every
  waiter　at　each　of　the　tables；　he　felt　again　the　gravel　crunching
  under　his　feet；　he　saw　the　maitre　d'hotel　coming　forward
  smiling　to　receive　his　command；　and　the　waiter　in　the　green　apron
  bowing　at　his　elbow；　deferential　and　important；　presenting　the
  list　of　wines。　　But　his　adventure　never　passed　that　point；　for　he
  was　captured　again　and　once　more　bound　to　his　cot　with　a　close
  burning　sheet。
  Or　else；　he　drove　more　sedately　through　the　London　streets　in
  the　late　evening　twilight；　leaning　expectantly　across　the　doors
  of　the　hansom　and　pulling　carefully　at　his　white　gloves。　　Other
  hansoms　flashed　past　him；　the　occupant　of　each　with　his　mind
  fixed　on　one　ideadinner。　　He　was　one　of　a　million　of　people　who
  were　about　to　dine；　or　who　had　dined；　or　who　were　deep　in　dining。
  He　was　so　famished；　so　weak　for　food　of　any　quality；　that　the
  galloping　horse　in　the　hansom　seemed　to　crawl。　　The　lights　of　the
  Embankment　passed　like　the　lamps　of　a　railroad　station　as　seen
  from　the　window　of　an　express；　and　while　his　mind　was　still　torn
  between　the　choice　of　a　thin　or　thick　soup　or　an　immediate　attack
  upon　cold　beef；　he　was　at　the　door；　and　the　chasseur　touched
  his　cap；　and　the　little　chasseur　put　the　wicker　guard　over　the
  hansom's　wheel。　　As　he　jumped　out　he　said；　〃Give　him　half…a…
  crown；〃　and　the　driver　called　after　him；　〃Thank　you；　sir。〃
  It　was　a　beautiful　world；　this　world　outside　of　the　iron　bars。
  Every　one　in　it　contributed　to　his　pleasure　and　to　his　comfort。
  In　this　world　he　was　not　starved　nor　manhandled。　　He　thought
  of　this　joyfully　as　he　leaped　up　the　stairs；　where　young　men　with
  grave　faces　and　with　their　hands　held　negligently　behind　their
  backs　bowed　to　him　in　polite　surprise　at　his　speed。　　But　they　had
  not　been　starved　on　condensed　milk。　　He　threw　his　coat　and　hat　at
  one　of　them；　and　came　down　the　hall　fearfully　and　quite　weak　with
  dread　lest　it　should　not　be　real。　　His　voice　was　shaking　when　he
  asked　Ellis　if　he　had　reserved　a　table。　　The　place　was　all　so
  real；　it　must　be　true　this　time。　　The　way　Ellis　turned　and　ran
  his　finger　down　the　list　showed　it　was　real；　because　Ellis　always
  did　that；　even　when　he　knew　there　would　not　be　an　empty　table　for
  an　hour。　　The　room　was　crowded　with　beautiful　women；　under　the
  light　of　the　red　shades　they　looked　kind　and　approachable；　and
  there　was　food　on　every　table；　and　iced　drinks　in　silver　buckets。
  It　was　with　the　joy　of　great　relief　that　he　heard　Ellis　say　to
  his　underling；　〃Numero　cinq；　sur　la　terrace；　un　couvert。〃　　It　was
  real　at　last。　　Outside；　the　Thames　lay　a　great　gray　shadow。　　The
  lights　of　the　Embankment　flashed　and　twinkled　across　it；　the
  tower　of　the　House　of　Commons　rose　against　the　sky；　and　here；
  inside；　the　waiter　was　hurrying　toward　him　carrying　a　smoking
  plate　of　rich　soup　with　a　pungent　intoxicating　odor。
  And　then　the　ragged　palms；　the　glaring　sun；　the　immovable　peaks；
  and　the　white　surf　stood　again　before　him。　　The　iron　rails　swept
  up　and　sank　again；　the　fever　sucked　at　his　bones；　and　the　pillow
  scorched　his　cheek。
  One　morning　for　a　brief　moment　he　came　back　to　real　life　again
  and　lay　quite　still；　seeing　everything　about　him　with　clear　eyes
  and　for　the　first　time；　as　though　he　had　but　just　that　instant
  been　lifted　over　the　ship's　side。　　His　keeper；　glancing　up；　found
  the　prisoner's　eyes　considering　him　curiously；　and　recognized　the
  change。　　The　instinct　of　discipline　brought　him　to　his　feet　with
  his　fingers　at　his　sides。
  〃Is　the　Lieutenant　feeling　better？〃
  The　Lieutenant　surveyed　him　gravely。
  〃You　are　one　of　our　hospital　stewards。〃
  〃Yes；　Lieutenant。〃
  〃Why　ar'n't　you　with　the　regiment？〃
  〃I　was　wounded；　too；　sir。　　I　got　it　same　time　you　did；
  Lieutenant。〃
  〃Am　I　wounded？　　Of　course；　I　remember。　　Is　this　a　hospital　ship？〃
  The　steward　shrugged　his　shoulders。　　〃She's　one　of　the
  transports。　　They　have　turned　her　over　to　the　fever　cases。〃
  The　Lieutenant　opened　his　lips　to　ask　another　question；　but　his
  own　body　answered　that　one；　and　for　a　moment　he　lay　silent。
  〃Do　they　know　up　North　that　Ithat　I'm　all　right？〃
  〃Oh；　yes；　the　papers　had　it　inthere　was　pictures　of　the
  Lieutenant　in　some　of　them。〃
  〃Then　I've　been　ill　some　time？〃
  〃Oh；　about　eight　days。〃
  The　soldier　moved　uneasily；　and　the　nurse　in　him　became
  uppermost。
  〃I　guess　the　Lieutenant　hadn't　better　talk　any　more；〃　he　said。
  It　was　his　voice　now　which　held　authority。
  The　Lieutenant　looked　out　at　the　palms　and　the　silent　gloomy
  mountains　and　the　empty　coast…line；　where　the　same　wave　was
  rising　and　falling　with　weary　persistence。
  〃Eight　days；〃　he　said。　　His　eyes　shut　quickly；　as　though　with　a
  sudden　touch　of　pain。　　He　turned　his　head　and　sought　for　the
  figure　at　the　foot　of　the　cot。　　Already　the　figure　had　grown
  faint　and　was　receding　and　swaying。
  〃Has　any　one　written　or　cabled？〃　the　Lieutenant　spoke；　hurriedly。
  He　was　fearful　lest　the　figure　should　disappear　altogether　before
  he　could　obtain　his　answer。　　〃Has　any　one　come？〃
  〃Why；　they　couldn't　get　here；　Lieutenant；　not　yet。〃
  The　voice　came　very　faintly。　　〃You　go　to　sleep　now；　and　I'll　run
  and　fetch　some　letters　and　telegrams。　　When　you　wake　up；　may　be
  I'll　have　a　lot　for　you。〃
  But　the　Lieutenant　caught　the　nurse　by　the　wrist；　and　crushed　his
  hand　in　his　own　thin　fingers。　　They　were　hot；　and　left　the
  steward's　skin　wet　with　perspiration。　　The　Lieutenant　laughed
  gayly。
  〃You　see；　Doctor；〃　he　said；　briskly；　〃that　you　can't　kill　me。　　I
  can't　die。　　I've　got　to　live；　you　understand。　　Because；　sir；　she
  said　she　would　come。　　She　said　if　I　was　wounded；　or　if　I　was　ill；
  she　would　come　to　me。　　She　didn't　care　what　people　thought。　　She
  would　come　any　way　and　nurse　mewell；　she　will　come。
  〃So；　Doctorold　man〃　　He　plucked　at　the　steward's　sleeve；　and
  stroked　his　hand　eagerly；　〃old　man〃　he　began　again；
  beseechingly；　〃you'll　not　let　me　die　until　she　comes；　will　you？
  What？　　No；　I　know　I　won't　die。　　Nothing　made　by　man　can　kill　me。
  No；　not　until　she　comes。　　Then；　after　thateight　days；　she'll　be
  here　soon；　any　moment？　　What？　　You　think　so；　too？　　Don't　you？
  Surely；　yes；　any　moment。　　Yes；　I'll　go　to　sleep　now；　and　when　you
  see　her　rowing　out　from　shore　you　wake　me。　　You'll　know　her；　you
  can't　make　a　mistake。　　She　is　likeno；　there　is　no　one　like
  herbut　you　can't　make　a　mistake。〃
  That　day　strange　figures　began　to　mount　the　sides　of　the　ship；
  and　to　occupy　its　every　turn　and　angle　of　space。　　Some　of　them
  fell　on　their　knees　and　slapped　the　bare　deck　with　their　hands；
  and　laughed　and　cried　out；　〃Thank　God；　I'll　see　God's　country
  again！〃　　Some　of　them　were　regulars；　bound　in　bandages；　some　were
  volunteers；　dirty　and　hollow…eyed；　with　long　beards　on　boys'
  faces。　　Some　came　on　crutches；　others　with　their　arms　around
  the　shoulders　of　their　comrades；　staring　ahead　of　them　with　a
  fixed　smile；　their　lips　drawn　back　and　their　teeth　protruding。
  At　every　second　step　they　stumbled；　and　the　face　of　each　was
  swept　by　swift　ripples　of　pain。
  They　lay　on　cots　so　close　together　that　the　nurses　could　not　walk
  between　them。　　They　lay　on　the　wet　decks；　in　the　scuppers；　and
  along　the　transoms　and　hatches。　　They　were　like　shipwrecked
  mariners　clinging　to　a　raft；　and　they　asked　nothing　more　than
  that　the　ship's　bow　be　turned　toward　home。　　Once　satisfied　as　to
  that；　they　relaxed　into　a　state　of　self…pity　and　miserable
  oblivion　to　their　environment；　from　which　hunger　nor　nausea　nor
  aching　bones　could　shake　them。
  The　hospital　steward　touched　the　Lieutenant　lightly　on　the
  shoulder。
  〃We　are　going　North；　sir；〃　he　said。　　〃The　transport's　ordered
  North　to　New　York；　with　these　volunteers　and　the　sick　and
  wounded。　　Do　you　hear　me；　sir？〃
  The　Lieutenant　opened　his　eyes。　　〃Has　she　come？〃　he　asked。
  〃Gee！〃　exclaimed　the　hospital　steward。　　He　glanced　impatiently　at
  the　blue　mountains　and　the　yellow　coast；　from　which　the　transpo