. What happened to me . ze, say-ing: You must not mind my moaning, little afraid husband is getting into bad habits;forgive him. So solicitous was he for me that often hewould not acknowledge that suffering hadcaused an expression of pain, but would say,Oh, it was nothing. With serene face he metthe agony, fighting a braver battle than hadever been waged upon a field of war. Oh, thosedark, dark days when hope failed and faithwaned! If there was one ray of light in theirgloom as I look back through the long wearyyears, it was in the loving thoughtfulness andsympathy of his people, the pe
. What happened to me . ze, say-ing: You must not mind my moaning, little afraid husband is getting into bad habits;forgive him. So solicitous was he for me that often hewould not acknowledge that suffering hadcaused an expression of pain, but would say,Oh, it was nothing. With serene face he metthe agony, fighting a braver battle than hadever been waged upon a field of war. Oh, thosedark, dark days when hope failed and faithwaned! If there was one ray of light in theirgloom as I look back through the long wearyyears, it was in the loving thoughtfulness andsympathy of his people, the people of our be-loved land everywhere. Especially do I recall, among the legion ofthose who came to serve, my cousin, WilliamJasper Phillips, a mere boy in years but a manin mind and spirit, who with willing hand andheart, with gentle words and loyal, loving eyes,came to watch with me through the dark hours—holding my hands with a childs loving fervorand a mans strong sympathy. Long years afterward, when I stood by the. ALL QUIET ALONG THE POTOMAC WHAT HAPPENED TO ME 355 open grave of this cousin and looked uponthe many mourners whom special trains hadbrought from all parts of the country to do himhonor and show their love, my thoughts wentback to that dread time and I wondered notthat a host of friends were saddened by hispassing. In vain were all our prayers—in vain our lov-ing care. The time soon came when I knewthat my Soldiers warfare was almost ended. Father Jansen, who had come from Eichmondto see him, asked, Do you want to see mealone f With his hand on the Fathers knee,he replied: You know, Father, I never was a solitarybird. I was never alone except sometimes inthe twilight or in the woods and then I had thespirit of my mother and my little girl with me. I know you are reconciled to death, saidthe priest. Ah, no; how could I be? I think God doesnot want me to be reconciled to leaving my wifeand little boy alone in the world. He only wantsme to obey with the courage
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