So would have faded also the various aspects
of passion from which she had shrunk, frightened by its hot breath.
Her days would have been filled with the beautiful, innocent dreams
of a young girl's first love so inspired as to cast out fear.
But the ruthless Moloch of war could not permit anything so ideal,
so heavenly, as this.
Mrs. Waldo came down from the apartment to which her son had been
removed and joined the girl on the veranda. "Ah!" she exclaimed, "I
have taken solid comfort all day in the thought that you were
sleeping, and now you are still resting. I want to see the color in
your cheeks again, and the tired look all gone from your eyes before
we go."
"You don't know how I dread to have you go," replied Miss Lou. "From
the first your son did more for me than I could do for him. The
smile with which he always greeted me made me feel that nothing
could happen beyond remedy, and so much that was terrible was
happening."
"Well, my child, that's the faith I am trying to cherish myself and
teach my boy.
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