Next day this one young man was being tenderly and graciously cared for in a hospital in Wales. He had finished his bit. To the office he wrote:
"The Hun has put me completely out of action, and I hope within a few months to be amongst you all again--for good, and certainly in time for the autumn session.
"The sight of my right eye has completely gone out, but as long as the left one keeps as it is I shall not be seriously handicapped. My glass eye will be an acceptable ornament. The left hand will mend in time; when healed, it will be pushed and squeezed into its original shape. Apart from the wounds I feel very well, and my rapid recovery has surprised all. The first three days in France were critical, and mother was sent for. However, I pulled through and feel as active as ever--at least, I do whilst in bed."
The hole in Sydney Baxter's nut--I use his own phrase--is healing. His hand has been more than once under the surgeon's knife, and he can now wear a glove with cotton-wool stuffed into two of the fingers. He sees fairly well from the unbandaged side of his face.
_The chief tells me that Sydney Baxter will have the desire of his heart: he will be "back at business in time for the Christmas rush."_
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