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She was not a handsoh none of the boys would ever let her be called hoave her precedence in beauty to the greatest belle on earth There was a real ht in her eyes nohen she looked at Ca hot coffee in her hand, real coffee with sugar and crea soul

"Here, son, drink this!" she said, holding the cup to his lips

He opened his lips eagerly and then reot, I haven't any ether and look like a ain and the rough motherly hand stole about his shoulders to support hiht!" she said in a low, ot hoht Just drink this and then coet a wink of sleep You'll be yourself again in a little while That's it, son! You've hiked a long way Now forget it and take co again, and wondered which was real, or if perhaps he had a fever and hallucinations He reached a furtive hand and felt of the pine table, and the chair on which he sat to make sure that he ake, and then he looked into her kind gray eyes and smiled

She led him into the little improvised roo warht now, son," she whispered, "don't you stir till you feel like it I'll look after you and your friend will let you know if there is any call for you Just you rest"

He thanked her with his eyes, too weary to speak a word, and so he dropped into a blessed sleep

When he awakened slowly to consciousness again there was a smell in the air of more coffee, delicious coffee He wondered if it was the same cup, and this only another brief phase of his own peculiar state Perhaps he had not been asleep at all, but had only closed his eyes and opened theht, and there were candles lit beyond the barricade of boxes He could see their flicker through the cracks, and shadoere falling here and there grotesquely on the bit of canvas that formed another wall There was sohtedly like a little child, so one of the days when hnuts, that was it! Doughnuts! Not doughnuts just behind the trenches! How could that be?