I want it
for him."
"You can't buy it, colonel," said the doctor. "It's his now. I never
knew it had all that heart stuff in it."
He took up the violin, and handed it to Barry. But Barry drew back in
astonishment. Then the old doctor came forward.
"No, Travis," he said, "we'll do better than that. What did your fiddle
cost?"
"A hundred and fifty dollars, I think."
"Travis, this company of Americans, representing their country here in
France, as a token of their sympathy with the allies and their sacred
cause, and of gratitude to you, sir," bowing to Barry, "will buy this
instrument and present it to this young man, on condition that he repeat
in similar circumstances the service he has rendered this afternoon. Am
I right?" he asked, looking about him.
"You bet you are! Right you are!" said the doctors.
"Oh, doctor, you are a dear old thing!" exclaimed Paula.
Barry stood holding the instrument in his hand, unable to find his
voice. The A. D. C. S. came to his aid.
"In the name of my chaplain, and in the name of thousands of Canadian
soldiers to whom I promise you he will bring the blessing that he has
brought us this afternoon, I thank you for this very beautiful and very
characteristic American act.
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