men around him, as long as he could, and did everything possible to relieve their sufferings—never thinking of himself—he was tying a bit of bandage around another man’s leg when he went under. They found them there, the doctor’s dead hands still held the bandage tight, the bleeding was stopped and the other man’s life was saved. Some hero, wasn’t he, Faith? I tell you when I read that—”
Jem and Faith moved on out of hearing. Gertrude Oliver suddenly shivered. Rilla pressed her arm sympathetically.
“Wasn't it dreadful, Miss Oliver? I don’t wonder it made you shiver. I don’t know why Jem tells such gruesome things at a time like this when we're all out for fun.”
“Do you think it dreadful, Rilla? I thought it wonderful—beautiful. Such a story makes one ashamed of ever doubting human nature. That man’s action was god-like. And how humanity responds to the ideal of self-sacrifice! As for my shiver, I don’t know what caused it. The evening is certainly warm enough. Perhaps some one is walking over the dark, starshiny spot that is to be my grave. That is the explanation the old superstition would give. Well, I won't think of that on this lovely night. Do you know, Rilla, that when night-time comes I’m always glad I live in the country. We know the real charm of night here as town dwellers never do. Every night is beautiful in the country—even the stormy ones. I love a wild night storm on this old gulf shore. As for a night like this, it is almost too beautiful—it belongs to youth and dreamland and I’m half afraid of it.”
“I feel as if I were part of it,” said Rilla.
