His friends sent him magazines and books, which he gladly shared with her.

The hospital was a sad place.

Mangled forms, stricken down in the flush of their prime and energy; pale young corpses, sacrificed on the altar of slavery, constantly drained on her sympathies.

Dr.Gresham was glad to have some reading matter which might divert her mind from the memories of her mournful past, and also furnish them both with interesting themes of conversation in their moments of relaxation from the harrowing scenes through which they were constantly passing.

Without any effort or consciousness on her part, his friendship ripened into love.