He gets soon fed up on cold nothings. Mac
does not care a roten aple for Maggie, but you left him nothing
better, and she is a nice girl and soft with a man, so God forgive
you as I will not till I hear you are reddy to kiss him again. Mac
is wounded in 2 places, but not mortle. He got wounded saveing my
life. I am not wounded yet. He garded my back, which saved me.
Probly you will see him soon, so prepare to behave yourself.
Remmember you alowed me to kiss you??? Hopping you will take this
good advice more kindly nor usual.
Yours resp.
W. THOMSON,
Lce. Corp. 9th H.L.I.
P.S.--If you was less proud and more cuddelsom, you woud not loss
much fun in this world.--W. T., Lce. Corp. 9th H.L.I.
* * * * *
Macgregor was in a small hospital not far from London. While not
to be described as serious, his wounds were likely to keep him out
of action for several months to come. He was comfortable, and the
people were very kind. Their English speech puzzled him almost as
much as his Scotch amused them.
More tired than pained, he lay idly watching the play of light on
his old-fashioned ring, the gift of Mrs. McOstrich. It had reached
him just before he was borne from France, too late, he thought, to
bring him luck. But the only luck he wanted now was Christina. He
had her brief note by heart. There was kindness but no comfort in
the words; forgiveness, maybe, but no promise of reconciliation.
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