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her fact; pale and worn, and in the bed lay Nancy Pansy,
so changed that Tom Adams never would have known

her. She had fallen off so in that short time that he
would not have recognized her. Her face was perfectly
white, except two bright red spots on her cheeks. She
was drawing short, quick breaths, and was talking all the
time very fast No one could understand just what she
was saying, but a good deal of it was about Harry and

the old doctor. Tom bent over her, but she did not know
him; she just went on talking faster than ever.
“ Nancy Pansy, don't you know Tom A dam s?" her
mother asked her, in a soothing voice. She had never

called the young man so before, and he felt that it gave
him a place with Nancy Pansy; but the child did not know
him ; she said something about not having any Harry,
fl She is growing weaker,” said her mother.
Tom Adams leaned over and kissed the child, and left
the room.

As he came down the steps he met Griff O'Meara, who
asked how the little gurl ” was, “ bless her sowl !" When
he told him, Griff turned away and wiped his eyes with
the back of his hand, Tom Adams told him to stay there

and act as guard, which Griff vowed he'd do if the “ howl
ribel army kem."
Ten minutes later Tom galloped out of camp with a
paper in his pocket signed by the surgeon. In an hour he
had covered the twelve miles of mud which lay between