Outing . LIFE GAVE ITS ROSES ALL AWAY. (/. SS0 44 OUTING FOR OCTOBER. her character, the old love came backwith renewed strength. There weretimes when silence seemed impossible,when he needs must rush away from theroom or the house to keep from pouringout to her the story of his passion andhis pain. And Eunice, absorbed in her chil-dren and the memory of her husband,whom, now that he was gone, she for-gave and idealized, knew nothing ofthis struggle under the same roof withher. To her, Hollis was friend, protect- Duncan came back after peace wasdeclared, with a scar on his cheek and astar on h
Outing . LIFE GAVE ITS ROSES ALL AWAY. (/. SS0 44 OUTING FOR OCTOBER. her character, the old love came backwith renewed strength. There weretimes when silence seemed impossible,when he needs must rush away from theroom or the house to keep from pouringout to her the story of his passion andhis pain. And Eunice, absorbed in her chil-dren and the memory of her husband,whom, now that he was gone, she for-gave and idealized, knew nothing ofthis struggle under the same roof withher. To her, Hollis was friend, protect- Duncan came back after peace wasdeclared, with a scar on his cheek and astar on his collar. But Hollis was nolonger able to tramp with him throughthe fields and swamps in search of birdsand insects. A racking cough had un-dermined his strength, and he liked bet-ter to sit on the porch or else in thesunny sitting-room and watch the chil-dren at play beside him. Each weekfound him less inclined to move about,and gradually they all fell into the habitof gathering around his chair, making. Painted for outing by A. W. Van Deusen HOW LONELY HE WAS. {p. ?6.) or, benefactor. She had always be-lieved, from things she heard in thefamily, that his heart had been earlygiven to Nancy, and she had grieved thatfate had been so cruel to him. Puttinghis wishes before her own, holding himsecond only to her children in her affec-tion, she was as tender to him as thoughone mother had borne them both. Thus things were when the war buglesno longer blew their leveilles upon theblue hills, and the Revolutionary swordswere hung to rust on the walls of homesthey had made free. him the center of their plans and pas-times. Eunices eyes were often mistywith tears as she brought his medicineor shook his cushions into place ; andthere were times when Duncans voicewas husky with grief as he tried to talkcheerfully of the future. But Hollisonly smiled as he saw their anxiety, forin all his life before he had never beenso happy as now. It was an afternoon in May-time whenthe end came. Dunca
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