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While agreeably to her wishes there was no formality in her reception, it was evident that the poor fellows had now learned to regard her with deep affection. "I have told them all," said Dr. Borden who received her, "that you did as Yarry wished, that you took a good rest and were looking this morning as you should, and it has pleased them greatly. Phillips died last night, and has been removed.
"Miss Baron," resumed the doctor gravely, "remember poor Yarry's last words, 'Don't wear yourself he couldn't finish the sentence, but you know what he meant. You must grant the request of one who tried to do what he could for you. As a physician also I must warn you to rest until morning. You can do more for these men and others by first doing as Yarry wished," and he led her away.
Word had been passed to other and smaller groups of the Union wounded in other buildings. The pledge was soon known as "A Northern Tribute to a Southern Girl." It was entered into with enthusiasm and kept with a pathetic effort which many will not understand. Yarry positively began to fail under the restraint he imposed upon himself.
Is there anything more that I can do for you? Is there any one who specially needs " As she was glancing round her eyes fell upon Yarry. His face was so drawn and haggard with pain that, from an impulse of pity, she went directly to him and said gently, "I fear, sir, you are suffering very much." "I be oh, hang there, there, miss, I'll stand it a little longer.
He had therefore mentioned to Surgeon Ackley Miss Baron's wish to give Yarry a special burial by the run and that she expected to be present. Ackley good-naturedly acquiesced, saying, "I suppose there can be no objection to burying the man in a place of Miss Baron's selection, instead of the one designated by Mr. Baron.
All eyes turned wonderingly toward her as she stood for a moment in the sunshine, as unconscious of herself, of the marvellous touch of beauty bestowed by the light and her expression, as if she had flown from the skies. "Is there a soldier here named Yarry?" she began, then uttered a little inarticulate cry as she saw Captain Hanfield kneeling beside a man to whom all eyes directed her.
"I reckon you are a brave, good-hearted man, to think of others when I KNOW you are suffering so much. I am having very strong soup made for one of our men, and I'll bring you some by and by," and with a lingering, troubled look into his rugged face, she departed. His eyes followed her until she disappeared. "Yarry, you are rewarded," Captain Hanfield remarked. " my reward.
He hadn't any chance and did not suffer much. Remembering your wishes, we kept Yarry here. He lies there as if he were dozing after his pipe, as he wished you to think." The girl stepped to the side of the dead soldier and for a moment or two looked silently into the still, peaceful face. Quietly and reverently the surgeon and others took off their hats and waited till she should speak.
I can assure you, Lieutenant Whately, that you need have no fears about your cousin when visiting my patients." "What's the name of the soldier of whom you speak?" Miss Lou asked eagerly. "He is called Yarry. I don't know any other name yet been so busy dressing wounds." "Thank you," faltered the girl, rising, her face showing signs of strong emotion.
We all feel that we'd like to spill some more of our blood for the girl who fed Phillips yonder as if he were a baby. Well, let us do the only thing we can speak as if our mothers heard us all the time, for this girl's sake." "I be blanked if I don't agree, and may the devil fly away with the man who doesn't," cried Yarry.
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