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The man returned the salutation. Then, "What are you doing here?" he questioned. "With a letter," said Zaidos, tapping his pocket. "Where from?" demanded the sentry. "Over there," said Zaidos, nodding his head in the direction of the avenue. It was a bold shot, but it carried. "Oh!" said the sentry. "The other barracks, eh? Well, will your errand wait, or must I wake them up within?"
And if I felt that I must shed a few happy tears, my mother's shoulder would be near." "Do you have to cry?" asked Zaidos. "Why, I don't suppose one has to," said Helen musingly, "but generally you do." "That's awful," said Zaidos dismally, and then repeated, "Awful! However, I don't know the first thing about girls, and of course you do.
Keep all the servants who have served my father for more than ten years and pay them from the money I shall send thee each month. And be very good to Maratha, for I shall come back some day, and she must not be too old or too lame to take care of me. Good-bye, Maratha. I am always Thy boy, ZAIDOS. Zaidos sealed the letters and sent them off with a sigh of relief. He had now but one cause of worry.
He had been too long in a military school to misunderstand military procedure, and he knew that whatever queer chance had placed him in his present position, the thing was done now. He was to see real fighting. Zaidos had a lion's heart and was absolutely ignorant of fear, but he worried when he thought of the possible effect on his father.
He went sort of crazy, he was so afraid, and when the order came to jump, he clung to the rail, and refused to move. I had to twist his hands away, and jump with him." "Well, I do declare!" thought Zaidos. He decided that he had better find out just what sort of a fellow he was supposed to be anyhow.
She smiled as Velo approached and drew himself up. Nurse Helen was undeniably beautiful, even in her severe uniform. No, Velo had no intention of deserting his dear cousin. If Zaidos joined the Red Cross, so would Velo. It made no difference to him at all. If Zaidos was stationed in the trench hospitals at the front, that was where he would be found.
I learned that to-night, and that looks serious, because we have our full quota of men here now. They are going to change shifts all night. So there will doubtless be heavy work for the Red Cross people, and much of that may be field work. And, John, it may be that never again will you and I sit talking together." "Nonsense!" said Zaidos. "Don't talk like that!
"I have a brother in France, too, and father has just sent me a letter from him. It's fun to compare experiences. Want to read it? You may if you care to." "Of course I'd like to!" said Zaidos with his ready friendliness. "There is no one to write to me anywhere except some schoolmates over in America, and I don't suppose I will hear from them for months."
When they were sent ashore it dawned on Velo that now they would be separated. Zaidos would have to go to a hospital to wait for his leg to heal; but he was well, and would be set at some duty which would separate him from Zaidos. That would never do. He worried over it as they approached land, and finally took the matter to the doctor. He put the matter strongly.
Zaidos and that dark shadow, Velo, knelt beside a wounded soldier, and strove to save his life, while a black robed priest knelt beside the conscious man. He made the responses of his Church clearly and evenly. He listened while the chaplain commended him to the mercy of God. With an even voice he gave his name and sent a last passionately loving message to one he loved.
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