Remain here quietly and look at your picture
for a little while, and then you shall have a good long rest."
"I did try, Doctor," protested Nichol, anxiously. "Gee wiz! I
reckon a feller orter try ter please sech a purty gyurl. She tole
me lots. Look yere, Doctor, why kyan't I be tole over en over till
I reckerlect it all?"
"Well, we'll see, Captain. It's late now, and we must all have a
rest. Stay here till I come for you."
Nichol was so pleased with his photograph that he was well content
in its contemplation. The physician now gave his attention to
Helen, who was soon so far restored as to comprehend her utter
failure. Her distress was great indeed, and for a few moments
diverted the thoughts of even Mr. and Mrs. Nichol from their own
sad share in the disappointment.
"Oh, oh!" sobbed Helen, "this is the bitterest sorrow the war has
brought us yet."
"Well, now, friends," said Dr. Barnes, "it's time I had my say and
gave my orders. You must remember that I have not shared very
fully in your confidence that the captain could be restored by the
appeals you have made; neither do I share in this abandonment to
grief now.
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