Part 11 (2/2)
It would have heartened you could you have seen him, when he was unhorsed, grab a rifle and fire it as he went on up, on foot.”
”You must not talk,” said Ruth. ”You must rest quietly, now. We won the hill,” she added, proudly. ”We won the hill and I'm as proud as anyone could ever be of Roosevelt and of you all who followed after him. I sometimes wish,” she ended, ”I sometimes wish that I had been a man to go into the battles instead of only caring for the wounded ... yet I'm thankful to be of some a.s.sistance to the ones who need the help that I can give to them.”
”You should have seen,” began the man again, ”you should have seen our Teddy charge that hill! They do not make a man like that except about once in a century or so ... they do not make such men as that in every age.... I tell you he's a holy terror when it comes to fighting, Nurse!
He mowed them down ... he made them crawl and creep.... I always knew he could do more on horseback than any man that ever lived but I never knew, until today, what he could do on foot.”
”Our Teddy is a wonder.... I agree with you in everything you say of him, but, now,” once more she was the nurse in charge, ”you must be very still ... that is,” she ended, with a happy little turn of thought, ”if you ever want to go where Teddy is, again.”
That was enough to silence him and he lay very still and fixed his eyes upon her face, and, finally, he slept, and rested from his labors for a time; but what he'd said stayed in Ruth's inner consciousness and the heart that throbbed within her beat more proudly after that, because she was, as was the man his comrades praised, an American; to her that t.i.tle was enough to fill with pride a human heart ... to be a true American ... a citizen of the United States of America ... it seemed to her meant more than any royal appellation ever could; no crown adorned with priceless jewels could replace that name to her; at one time in her life, this question had been asked of her:
”What would you do if you must choose between all that you love on earth and fealty to some other than your native land, and this one country that you call your own?”
”What would I do?” she answered. ”I would not renounce my fealty to my native land.... I would keep G.o.d and my conscience and my country ... no one could take them from me ... all the rest I'd leave behind and cleave to them.”
Ruth Wakefield meant this statement and she proved it later on beyond all shadow of a doubt.
When her first patient slept, Ruth went to stand beside another cot for she was always privileged to go wherever she might choose; her help in many ways, including financial aid, had made this hospital possible and she went at will among the other nurses who looked up to her as women will to one who is a natural leader of the ones with whom she a.s.sociates.
She came, at length, to a cot that was apart from all the rest because its occupant had needed to be isolated for good reasons; he was violent, at times, the nurses said ... when his fever rose he soon became delirious and they had hard work keeping him under any sort of control; he was a native scout, they told her ... he had done good work that day upon the side of right, and, so, Ruth went to care for him, for it was just as natural for her to take heavy work as it was natural for the rest to let her do it.
Soon after she had taken charge of him, he stirred uneasily and mumbled in his restless sleep ... he spoke a name she'd hoped to never hear again ... the name of him whom she had loved enough to marry....
”Victorio Colenzo,” moaned the man, ”Victorio Colenzo is dead and I ...
I am his murderer ... it was my hand that took his life.... I am a murderer, good Father Felix.... I am the murderer of the man I hated, for he took the girl I loved from me.... I killed him with my own machete and he is dead.... I am the murderer of Victorio Colenzo ...
shrive my soul, good Father Felix, for I am about to go before my Maker.”
The moaning ceased then, and Ruth bent over him to see if he still lived, for she could see his very lips were livid and his eyes seemed set and glazed as if with death's own dews; she put her hand upon his head and looked into his face with earnest pity in her tender eyes, for she was very pitiful and even lenient when faults of anyone except herself were to be considered.
”The poor fellow is delirious,” she thought. ”He does not know what he is saying. Odd that he should use that name. Poor fellow ... he will not last long, I fear. I wonder if Father Felix could come to him.”
With that thought, she turned to go to try to find the Priest, for he almost always could be found where there was suffering and need of him, but Manuello (for the reader has discovered who her patient was) s.n.a.t.c.hed at her hand as she was just about to go away and said to her:
”Please intercede for me, good Angel ... tell them I have never had a chance in all my life ... tell them ... intercede....” and, then, his weak voice died away in moans, again, ”Tessa, please,” he said, ”don't look at me that way!”
Again Ruth leaned above his bed, for in his eyes there was a look that seldom comes except when death is near. She felt a gentle hand upon her arm and knew that Estrella stood beside her ... she had come to seek advice from her superior.
So they stood ... the widow and the sweetheart, and the murderer of the man they both had loved, as virgins love, lay there before them.
Suddenly, he roused himself, as with a last and desperate effort, from the lethargy of death itself ... he looked upon them standing there beside his bed ... the woman he had loved as wild and rough and lawless men will always love a woman and the one who seemed to him as if she were an angel straight from paradise ... he imagined he had pa.s.sed from life as he had known that word, and was beyond all earthly help; and, so, he did not call for human help but cried aloud on G.o.d to save his deathless soul. It was horrible to hear his human lips cry out to G.o.d as they were crying then, and Ruth regretted that Estrella stood so near to him whom she had called her foster-brother, for she'd whispered Manuello's name at once, so she sent her to find Father Felix if she could and to bring him there to help this suffering soul.
After the girl had gone away, Ruth stood alone beside the cot and looked with great commiseration on the almost senseless clay before her ... on the staring eyes and sullen, dark-skinned pallor of the heavily scarred face ... on the lips that once wore careless smiles but, now, were drawn and pale ... on the broad shoulders and powerful muscled arms. As she gazed at him it seemed to her a very pitiful condition under which he labored; she wondered why it had to be as it was with this strong, untutored man; she wondered why he had to lay his strong, young body on the altar of his pa.s.sions and see it consumed as it had been by hate and treachery; and, then, she remembered the service upon which he had just been bent ... and her heart yearned over him for that alone; she leaned above his face and searched it for a sign of returning strength but found none there; his eyes stared into hers, it seemed, and then they sought the moving shadows on the canvas overhead.
Ruth raised her head from gazing into Manuello's eyes and seemed to see, above the cot on which he lay, another and a different form yet like to that she saw inert before her; it was as if a glorified replica of the man were floating over him; in many ways it was exactly like the Manuello lying there upon that little cot, and, yet, the form was more ethereal ... more delicate ... more beautiful than he could ever be and live upon the earthly plane where he had found so many things to lead him down and seldom found a single thing to lead him higher, or, at least, found anything that he could fully understand, for, although Father Felix tried to show him how to go to climb to better thoughts, he had not seen the steps at all but blundered on along the path he found himself upon.
As Ruth began to realize the change that she had seen take place, a rosy flush crept over her fair face, she clasped her hands and bowed her head in silent prayer:
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