"Many would think so, I reckon," replied Ackley laconically. "He
believes in a heaven and that he's going there. That's the only
queer thing I ever discovered in Waldo. He's worth a lot of trouble,
Miss Baron."

"It would be right strange if I did not do my best for him, sir."

"I thought you'd feel so. I want very strong beef soup made for a
few such special cases, who can take but little at a time. I would
like him to have a few teaspoonfuls every two hours. I am going to
trust to you and Mrs. Whately chiefly to look after him in this
respect. We can do little more than help nature in his case."

Poor Aun' Suke was getting weary again, but she had a heart which
Miss Lou speedily touched in behalf of her patient, and a special
saucepan was soon bubbling over the fire.

The soup for the evening meal being ready, she began again her task
of feeding the helpless soldiers, visiting, among others, Phillips,
who lay in a half-stupor on the great barn-floor. As she stepped in
among the Federal wounded, she was again impressed by the prevailing
quiet and by the friendly glances turned toward her on every side.
The Union surgeon in charge lifted his hat politely, while such of
the men as were able took off theirs and remained uncovered. The
homage, although quiet, was so marked that she was again
embarrassed, and with downcast eyes went direct to Phillips, gently
roused him and gave him his supper. While she was doing this the men
around her were either silent or spoke in low tones. The thought
grew in her mind, "How these Northern soldiers have been