You'd better take a furlough, go North, and return after the first frost." "Doctor, if that is your only remedy," replied Iola, "I am afraid that I am destined to die at my post.

I have no special friends in the North, and no home but this in the South.

I am homeless and alone." There was something so sad, almost despairing in her tones, in the drooping of her head, and the quivering of her lip, that they stirred Dr.Gresham's heart with sudden pity, and, drawing nearer to her, he said, "Miss Leroy, you need not be all alone.

Let me claim the privilege of making your life bright and happy.

Iola, I have loved you ever since I have seen your devotion to our poor, sick boys.