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The sinerappings held the strap-iron head, wetted as they noere

with blood The sighing surgeon caught the base of the arrowhead in

thu of the blood She wrenched it

free at last, and the blood gushed froed hole which would have

meant death in any other air or in any patient but the vital young

Now they disrobed the bride that was no bride, even as the rifle fire

died away in the darkness Won, and laid her upon the couch that was not to have been hers

alone

She opened her eyes, , held out her arms to her mother, not to

any husband; and her ht her to

her bosom

"My la of others for their dead arose The ca, but there was no other sound The guards now lay out

in the dark A figure ca toward the bridal tent

"Is she alive? May I come in? Speak to me, Molly!"

"Go on away, Sam!" answered the voice of the older woman "You can't

come in"

"But is she alive? Tell me!" His voice was at the door which he could

not pass

"Yes, more's the pity!" he heard the sairl who should then have been his, to have and to hold, he