Since it can't be little
Sadie's face or my wife's I'm glad it's yours. What am I saying? as
if I should forget their dear faces through all eternity."
"Ah! captain, I wish you could hear one of our soldiers, talk. Dying
with him just means going to Heaven."
The officer shook his head. "I'm not a Christian," he said simply.
"Neither am I," she replied, "but I've been made to feel that being
one is very different from what I once thought it was."
"Well, Miss Baron, what is it to be a Christian--what is your idea
of it? There has always seemed to me such a lot of conflicting
things to be considered--well, well, I haven't given the subject
thought and it's too late now. I must give my mind to my family and--"
Uncle Lusthah stepped before him with clasped hands and quivering
lips. "Ef marse cap'n des list'n ter de ole man a minit. I ain't
gwine ter talk big en long. I kyant. I des wanter say I hab
'spearance. Dat sump'n, marse cap'n, you kyant say not'n agin--
rale 'spearance, sump'n I KNOWS.
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