She rushed to his arms and
sobbed on his breast.
"Come, mother," he exclaimed, "we've no time for this now. Please
get a sling for this left arm, which aches horribly--only a sprain,
but right painful all the same."
Before the agitated lady could recover herself, Miss Lou ran to her
room and returned with a scarf which answered the purpose.
"Oh, you deign to do something for me?" he said bitterly.
"Come, cousin," she replied, "since I have not lost my senses after
what's happened it's time you regained yours."
"Thank you, my dear," said his mother fervently, as she adjusted the
support for the disabled arm. "Yes, I trust that we may all regain
our senses, and, if we outlive these scenes, begin to act as if we
were sane."
"There, that will do," he said impatiently. "I must go now, for I
have important duties," and he hastened away.
Meantime General Marston had sent word through his picket line that
he would not interfere with the care of the wounded and that the
dwelling would not be fired upon if used as a hospital.
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