Americans -- Cuba -- Fiction; Spanish-American War, 1898 -- Fiction
She was intent on saving life and did not shrink although her gentle
hand found many bloody wounds in searching for the one from which his
life-blood flowed full fast; she found the place, at last ... a deep
flesh-wound that touched an artery in his right arm ... she had a silken
scarf about her throat, and, wrapping this about the arm above the
wound, she made a tourniquet by using a small surgical instrument which
she always carried for that purpose in the pocket of her nurse's apron
which she still wore; this stopped the flow of blood at once, and, as
the brachial artery was untouched, the man gained strength enough to
whisper:
"Tender Heart ... I'm going to name you right away. Tender Heart, how
did you happen here ... at night ... alone?"
"I think I came to find you," answered Ruth. "I thought my horses ran
away and dumped me on the ground, but, now, I think I came here just to
find you and to bind that poor arm. Now I'll go to bring assistance to
you just as soon as I can do so."
"Tender Heart," he whispered, for his voice was growing fainter, "if I
should not be here when you come again, good-bye.... God bless and keep
you safe from harm."
She knew the meaning of the words and almost flew along, although she
often stumbled as she went among the bodies lying there upon the
blood-soaked ground; she reached the hospital at last ... the time
seemed long to her ... and, there, in front of it, stood her two
frightened horses, looking all around as if in search of her; she
soothed them with her reassuring voice, and then she found a vehicle
adapted to the use she wished to put it to, and two assistants from the
hospital staff; thus equipped, she took the lines again and drove along
the road again but with a different object than the one she'd had
before; turning off the road, she found the object of her search and the
assistants lifted him upon the stretcher they had brought and, very
soon, the man lay, white and spent with loss of blood, but conscious, in
a little cot, and Ruth, forgetting her own needs, stood there beside it.
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