I can't. I
can only say you had better tell him the whole truth. He ought to
know it for his own and family's sake now, while perfectly rational.
Soften the truth as you can, but you can't injure him by telling it
plainly, for he will die. God knows, were it my case, the tidings
wouldn't seem so very terrible if told by a girl like you."
"Oh, but the tidings are so terrible to speak, especially to such a
man. Think of his beautiful wife and daughter, of his never seeing
them again. Oh, it's just awful," and her face grew white at the
prospect.
"Yes, Miss Baron, it is. In the midst of all the blood and carnage
of the war, every now and then a case comes up which makes even my
calloused heart admit, 'It's just awful.' I'm only seeking to make
it less awful to my poor friend, and perhaps at too great cost to
you."
"Well, he on his side, and others on ours, didn't count the cost;
neither must I. I must not think about it or my heart will fail me.
I will go at once."
"Come then, and God help you and him.
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