something."

"It's the way he died that comforts me," said Aunt Sophy.

"What difference does that make! What difference does that make!"

This is the letter that made a difference to Aunt Sophy. You will have
to read it to understand, though you are likely to skip letters on the
printed page. You must not skip this.

AMERICAN RED CROSS
(CROIX ROUGE AMÉRICAINE)

MY DEAR MRS. BALDWIN:

I am sure you must have been officially notified, by now, by
the U.S. War Dept. of the death of your son Lieut. Eugene H.
Baldwin. But I want to write you what I can of his last
hours. I was with him much of that time as his nurse. I'm
sure it must mean much to a mother to hear from a woman who
was privileged to be with her boy at the last.

Your son was brought to our hospital one night badly gassed
from the fighting in the Argonne Forest. Ordinarily we do not
receive gassed patients, as they are sent to a special
hospital near here. But two nights before the Germans wrecked
this hospital, so many gassed patients have come to us.

Your son was put in the officers' ward where the doctors who
examined him told me there was absolutely no hope for him, as