It'll generally run on for a while until she starts up and stares about her like she's been in a trance or a nightmare, and then the dear God help her after that, for nobody else can--nor will! That's the worst of it--NOR WILL! John was readin' out to me the other night about the Red Cross Society for pickin' up wounded off the battle-field, and carryin' them in where they can be patched up again and join their companies when they get well.

Why don't they have a Red Cross for some of the poor girls and wives who are hurted--hundreds of 'em lyin' all over the lot--and patch 'em up and bring 'em back to their homes?
Now I'm done." "No! Not yet.

One more question.

After the last nightmare, what ?" "The gutter--or worse--that's what! And when it's all over, most people say: 'Served her right--she had a happy home once, why didn't she stay in it ?' And somebody else says: 'She was always wild and foolish--I knew her as a girl.' And some don't say a blessed word because they couldn't dirty their clean lips with her name-the hypocrites!--and so they cart off her poor body and dump it in a lot back of Calvary cemetery.

Oh, I know 'em, and that's what makes me get hot under the collar every time I get talkin' as I've been to-night!--And now let's quit it.