A Sister of the Red Cross: A Tale of the South African War. Meade L. T.

To Keith's relief, however, a moment later an orderly arrived with a message desiring Strause to go to see the colonel immediately. Strause was obliged to comply. The moment he did so Aylmer clutched Keith by the hand.

      "Don't leave me alone with him," he said; "he frightens me. If I want a nurse, he says he knows a woman who will come, and I shall be more in his power than ever. Do you know, I have not signed the will. I would rather the old will stood – I think I have remembered every one in it – all the old servants, I mean. I made the sort of will when I first joined that my father and mother would have liked had they been alive. Keith, I am afraid of Strause. He is mad about this will. He is never alone with me that he does not talk of it. It has arrived, and I have only to sign it, and he will easily get witnesses. And he will make me do it. I feel he will if he is alone with me. When you are ill you get nervous in the middle of the night. Don't you understand, Keith?"

      "Yes, I understand," replied Keith, in that sympathetic voice which was one of his greatest charms.

      "O Keith," continued the boy, "I did not think I could be such an arrant coward!"

      "You are ill, and are therefore not responsible," replied Keith. "Now listen, Aylmer. I mean to look after you to-night. I am off duty, and if I cannot get Strause out of the room I will stay here too; so you need not worry about that will, for you cannot sign it while I am here to prevent you."

      "No, that's right. What a relief it will be! God bless you, old chap!"

      "Cheer up then, now, and go to sleep."

      "You don't know how bad I feel, and what awful attacks of pain I get. I have to be more or less under an opiate all the time. What is the hour? Oh, I ought to have my medicine – not the opiate, but the other. You will find two bottles on that table, Keith. Do you mind giving me a dose of the one which is marked 'To be taken every two hours'?"

      Keith crossed the room to a little table where some bottles were neatly arranged. One was a little larger than the other. On one were the simple directions that the medicine within was to be taken, two tablespoonfuls at a time, every two hours. The other medicine was to be taken only at the rate of a teaspoonful when the pain was very bad.

      "I wish I might have a dose of the other medicine too," said Aylmer, in his weak voice; "it dulls the pain and makes me drowsy. I hate this stuff."

      "The pain is not intolerable now, is it?" asked Keith.

      "No; I feel much better – more confident, I mean – now that you have come to me."

      "I am going to see you through this bout, Aylmer," said Keith; "so rest comfortable, old man. I won't desert you."

      "The sound of your voice makes me feel ever so much better."

      Keith arranged the sick boy's pillows. He then put the bottles back on the table, and noticed that two doses had been taken from the larger bottle, and that there was enough of the smaller one to last until the next day.

      "I wish the doctor would come," said Aylmer, after a pause. "I know by my feelings that I am going to have another paroxysm of that awful pain."

      He had scarcely said the words before the doctor softly opened the room door and entered. He was a clever young man, with all sorts of up-to-date knowledge, he made a careful examination of the patient, and the expression on his face was grave.

      "He ought to have a trained nurse," he said.

      "You must have one to-morrow, Aylmer," here interrupted Keith. – "Perhaps, Dr. Armstrong, you will choose a nurse and send her in."

      "You ought to have a nurse to-night, Aylmer."

      "Oh no, no; Keith has promised to look after me to-night."

      "Yes, that I have," replied Keith; "and I know something of nursing, too," he added.

      "Don't go back on your word, Keith," said Aylmer again. "You will do me more good than fifty nurses."

      "I will certainly keep my promise," said Keith. – "But I should like to have a word with you, Armstrong, in the other room."

      The doctor and Keith went into the anteroom.

      "It is a serious case," said Dr. Armstrong: "there is a good deal of inflammation, and it is just possible that there may be a sudden termination; but he has youth on his side. I am glad you are going to stay with him for a bit. His nerves are very much out of order. I believe there is something worrying him more than this illness."

      "I give a guess to what it is," said Keith; "and I don't think at a time like the present anything ought to be hidden from the doctor. Now, Dr. Armstrong, without explaining matters too fully, I want you to give me authority to forbid Major Strause to come to his cousin's rooms. The fact is, Strause worries him – it is a money matter. I dare not say any more. Aylmer ought not to be worried."

      "I understood that young Aylmer was very rich," said Armstrong.

      "So he is; but Strause is poor. Can you not take a hint?"

      The doctor smiled.

      "I'll have a talk with Strause," he said. "What you tell me explains much. He must not come near his cousin's rooms until the morning."

      "Have I your authority to keep him out?"

      "You certainly have."

      The doctor went away, and Keith returned to his charge. He was a very tender-hearted, sympathetic fellow, and had much common-sense. He made the sick-room as tidy as any woman would have done, and gave his patient food and medicine at the prescribed intervals. The doctor called again late in the evening, and said that Aylmer was going on quite as well as could be expected. He had scarcely gone before Strause appeared. Keith went to the door of the outer room and spoke to him.

      "You are not to come in," he said. "Aylmer must not be worried."

      "Worried! I am his cousin," said Strause.

      "I have the doctor's authority. I am in charge of the case under Armstrong until the morning."

      Strause's dull eyes flashed an ominous fire.

      "I won't stay if I'm not wished for," he said, after a pause. He raised his voice on purpose. "But I want just to say a word to Aylmer. I shan't be two minutes." As he spoke, with a sudden movement he pushed Keith aside and entered the anteroom. The next instant he was in the sick-room. "I want to say something to my cousin alone," he repeated. "I shan't worry him, and I shan't be long."

      "Anything is better than making a fuss," thought Keith, and he went and stood by the window of the sitting-room, trying to stay the impatience which had possession of him. "I must turn Strause out if he stays too long," thought the young man; "but anything would be better than kicking up a row inside Aylmer's sick-room." He noticed, however, that all was quiet in the room. He could not even hear the sound of voices. Strause seemed to be moving about on tiptoe.

      After a moment or two he came out.

      "Aylmer is asleep," he said. "I didn't disturb him. What I have to say must keep. You need not have been so chuff in your manner just now, Keith. I am glad to hand over the case to you for to-night. You are good-natured, and Aylmer is fond of you. I hope the poor boy will pull through. What does the doctor say?"

      "Armstrong says it is a critical case."

      Strause's face looked grave.

      "He is right," he replied, after a pause. "None of Aylmer's family are sound. The father and mother died young. Well, poor chap, he has an abundance of this world's pelf: it will be a pity if he does not live to enjoy it. I will look round in the morning. Bye-bye for the present."

      Strause's manner was friendly, and Keith reproached himself for the marked dislike he felt towards him. Presently he softly entered the sickroom, and sat down. Aylmer was sleeping. He awoke presently, and said in a drowsy tone, —

      "My eyes hurt me; can you do without a candle in the room?"

      "Certainly," replied Keith. "I will have a light in your sitting-room, and the door between the two rooms can be open."

      "I am better, I think," said Aylmer, after a pause. "Is it time for my medicine?"

      "Not for half an hour,"