From that hour the condition of Kurt Dorn changed for the better. Doctor Lowell admitted that Lenore had been the one medicine which might defeat the death that all except she had believed inevitable. Lenore was permitted to see him a few minutes every day, for which fleeting interval she must endure the endless hours. But she discovered that only when he was rational and free from pain would they let her go in. What Dorn's condition was all the rest of the time she could not guess. But she began to get inklings that it was very bad. "Dad, I'm going to insist on staying with Kurt as--as long as I want," asserted Lenore, when she had made up her mind. This worried Anderson, and he appeared at a loss for words. "I told Kurt I'd marry him the very day he could sit up," continued Lenore. "By George! that accounts," exclaimed her father. "He's been tryin' to sit up, an' we've had hell with him." "Dad, he will get well. And all the sooner if I can be with him more. He loves me. I feel I'm the only thing that counteracts--the--the madness in his mind--the death in his soul." Anderson made one of his violent gestures. "I believe you. That hits me with a bang. It takes a woman!... Lenore, what's your idea?" "I want to--to marry him," murmured Lenore. "To nurse him--to take him home to his wheat-fields." "You shall have your way," replied Anderson, beginning to pace the floor. "It can't do any harm. It might save him. An' anyway, you'll be his wife--if only for ... By George! we'll do it. You never gave me a wrong hunch in your life ... but, girl, it'll be hard for you to see him when--when he has the spells." "Spells!" echoed Lenore. "Yes. You've been told that he raves. But you didn't know how. Why, it gets even my nerve! It fascinated me, but once was enough. I couldn't stand to see his face when his Huns come back to him." "His Huns!" ejaculated Lenore, shuddering. "What do you mean?" "Those Huns he killed come back to him. He fights them. You see him go through strange motions, an' it's as if his left arm wasn't gone. He used his right arm--an' the motions he makes are the ones he made when he killed the Huns with his bayonet. It's terrible to watch him--the look on his face!.... I heard at the hospital in New York that in France they photographed him when he had one of the spells.... I'd hate to have you see him then. But maybe after Doctor Lowell explains it, you'll understand." "Poor boy! How terrible for him to live it all over! But when he gets well--when he has his wheat-hills and me to fill his mind--those spells will fade." "Maybe--maybe. I hope so. Lord knows it's all beyond me. But you're goin' to have your way."