In fact, I am in despair, and know not what is best to be done." "I know!" exclaimed Rollo Van Kyp, as Dulce, with tear-filled eyes, finished reading this pitiful note.

"He must be brought back on the _Nun_.

Mr.Norris, she leaves New York to-morrow with a fresh lot of nurses for Santiago, and if you will only take the run down on her you can bring the dear old chap back in comfort." Mr.Norris hesitated a moment.

"Do you realize," he asked, "that if your yacht brings back a single yellow-fever patient it may never be safe to use her again ?" "My dear sir!" cried Rollo, "if she were all that I had in the world she would still be at the service of my dearest friend." So Mr.Norris thankfully accepted the young millionaire's offer, and sailed the very next day for Santiago.
A week later a Red Cross nurse, worn and wearied almost to the point of exhaustion by her days and nights of caring for sick and dying soldiers, sat in a Santiago hospital beside one of her patients, gently fanning him.

His eyes were closed, and she hoped that he slept.