At the far end of the room were soldiers on crutches, wearing bandages on their beads, carrying their arms in slings.

Their merry voices contrasted discordantly with their sad appearance.
Presently Carley stood beside a bed and looked down upon a gaunt, haggard young man who lay propped up on pillows.
"Rust--a lady to see you," announced the nurse.
Carley had difficulty in introducing herself.

Had Glenn ever looked like this?
What a face! It's healed scar only emphasized the pallor and furrows of pain that assuredly came from present wounds.

He had unnaturally bright dark eyes, and a flush of fever in his hollow cheeks.
"How do!" he said, with a wan smile.

"Who're you ?" "I'm Glenn Kilbourne's fiancee," she replied, holding out her hand.
"Say, I ought to've known you," he said, eagerly, and a warmth of light changed the gray shade of his face.