So our panting and worrying girl was hurrying along through Broadway's turning and inquiring crowds to that big hospital which our Organization of Youth had had built. And now Arthur was going, for not long, possibly, but, still possibly for---- * * * * * It was midnight in that big still building. Old Doctor Wilkins stood by Arthur's cot; Priscilla, sobbing pitifully, was waiting in a corridor, with Lady Standish giving what comfort a woman could. Lady Standish, who took in dogs, cats, rabbits or any living thing that was hurt, sick or lost; Lady Standish, donor of four thousand dollars for our big Zoo; Lady Standish, kindly savior of Clancy's and Dowd's "Big Four," now waiting, without ability to aid a _human_ animal. Finally, Doctor Wilkins, coming out, said:-- "Kathlyn says no sign of blood contamination, but vitality low; _badly_ low; sinking, I think. Railroad trip almost too much for him. Looks bad." But, at this instant, an assistant, calling Wilkins, said Arthur was coming out of his coma; and was murmuring "about a woman known as Priscilla. Do you know anybody by----?" With a racking sob, Priscilla shot through that door, Lady Standish quickly following. Arthur, picking up, a bit, from Priscilla's soft, oh, _so_ soft and loving crooning and patting, took that fond hand and--sank back! Doctor Wilkins, looking knowingly at Priscilla, said:-- "If it is as I think, you two had had thoughts of--" A vigorous nod from Priscilla, and an approving look from Lady Standish, and Doctor Wilkins said:-- "Hm-m-m! It should occur _right now!_ Or,----" As quick as a flash that snowy-clad assistant was phoning; and, _astonishingly_ soon, our good Pastor Brown stood by that cot; and, with Arthur in a most surprising pick-up, holding Priscilla's hot, shaking hand, through that still hospital room was wafting Priscilla's soft, low words:-- "... you for my lawful husband, until ..." * * * * * Doctor Wilkins, going out with Priscilla, now trying, oh, _so_ hard for control; with grand, charming, loving Kathlyn, arm in arm, said:-- "That joy will pull him through. Boys, at war, so far away, will naturally droop, both in body and mind, from lack of a particular girl's snuggling and cuddling. So just wait until Kathlyn finds out all about his condition; and good food, with this happy culmination of a childhood infatuation, will put him in first-class condition, if no complications show up."