Part 20 (1/2)

When the hed and waved good-bye as he heeled away; and in the afternoon when I ca brown and strong and unconcerned

But he can't let well alone

As I passed up the ward to the bedside of the Welsh private I was called by the sergeant, and when I stood by his bed he whispered, ”Is that chapa fuss over there?”

”Evan?”

”Chap as has had an operation the same asa fuss and ”

”We're not all alike, sergeant”

”Why should onehurting you a lot?”

”Yes, it is,” and he screwed up his face into a grio to sleep,” I said, knowing that it was his jealousy that was hurting hi with his pain, but in its tightest ee red handkerchief over his eyes

”Oh, Evan!” I said I couldn't do anything either

”Oh dear, dear, dear, dear, dear” he wailed in his plaintive Welsh voice ”Oh, ” He looked about nineteen

”Couldn't I lie on my side?”

”No, it would make it bleed”

”Would it?” He was so docile and so unhappy The tears had run down and eant couldn't see

”Will they give ht?”

”Yes, Evan, at eight o'clock”

I said that because I was so sure of it, I had always seen it done But oh, I should have made more sure!

He built on it, he leant all his hopes upon it; his little clenched hands seeh it had been my hand

And Sister said, ”No, noit would be better not” ”Oh, Sister, why not?” (I, the least ofonly to the Gods)

”Oh, Sister, why not?”

Her reason was a good one: ”He ant it ht, and he can't have it twice”