"It is indeed meant for her," said the girl, eagerly scanning the
soft and delicate picture, which represented the Senorita Isabella
Gonzales as sitting at an open window and gazing forth on the soft,
dreamy atmosphere of a tropical sunset.

"You think it is like her?"

"O, very."

"Well, I was sure that it was meant for the lady when I first saw
it."

"May I bathe his temples with this Florida water?" asked the girl,
as she observed the sick man to move slightly and to moan.

"Yes, it will have a tendency to rouse him gently, and it is now
time for him to wake."

The girl smoothed back the dark locks from the soldier's brow, and
with her hands bathed his marble-like forehead and temples as gently
as she might have done had he been an infant. The stimulating
influence of the delicate spirits she was using was most delightful
to the senses of the sick man, and a soft smile for a moment
breathed his lips, as half awake and half dreaming, he returned
thanks for the kindness, mingled with Isabella's name.

The girl bent over his couch to hear the words, and the surgeon saw
a tear drop upon the sick man's hand from the girl's eyes as she
stood there! In a moment more the soldier seemed to arouse, and
uttered a long deep sigh, as though relieved from some heavy weight