She was as incapable of
Dr. Ackley's fine sentiment as she was of her nephew's ungovernable
passion. She neither hoped nor tried to comprehend the "perversity"
of her niece, yet, in the perplexed conditions of the time, she
filled a most important and useful niche. Since the wounded men were
to be fed, she became an admirable commissary general, preventing
waste and exacting good wholesome cookery on the part of Aun' Suke
and her assistants.
Poor Yarry was buried quietly at last, Miss Lou, with Dr. Borden,
Captain Hanfield and two or three of his comrades standing
reverently by the grave while Uncle Lusthah offered his simple
prayer. Then the girl threw upon the mound some flowers she had
gathered and returned to her duties as nurse. The remains of the old
Confederate colonel were sent to his family, with the letter which
Miss Lou had written for him. Every day the numbers in the hospital
diminished, either by death or by removal of the stronger patients
to the distant railroad town. Those sent away in ambulances and
other vehicles impressed into the service were looked after by
Surgeon Ackley with official thoroughness and phlegm; in much the
same spirit and manner Dr.
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