How quickly poor Yarry
recognized the spirit in which you came among us at first! Jove! I
didn't think him capable of such feeling. I tell you, Miss Baron,
the roughest of us reverence an unselfish woman--one who doesn't
think of herself first and always. She mayn't be a saint, but if she
has heart enough for sympathy and is brave and simple enough to
bestow it just as a cool spring gushes from the ground, we feel she
is the woman God meant her to be. Ah, uncle, that reminds me--
another cup of that cold water. For some reason I'm awfully thirsty
this morning."
Miss Lou listened with hands nervously clasping and unclasping,
utterly at a loss to know how to tell the man, dreaming of home and
planning for the future, that he must soon sleep beside poor Yarry.
She had already taken to herself the mournful comfort that his grave
also should be where she could care for it and keep it green.
"I wish to tell you more about my little Sadie and my wife. Some
day, when this miserable war is over, you will visit us.
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