"But, Kathie—what has happened, little one?"
"Our other soldier—"
"Mr. Morrison—O child, what tidings of him?"
"There has been another battle, and he is—missing."
"The news might be worse then. There is a little hope, so do not despair at once."
Kathie grasped his arm tighter, and they walked nearly to the house in silence. Then he said, "Of what are you thinking, my darling?"
There were tears in her soft, violet eyes.
"Uncle Robert, what a strange and solemn thing it is to have any one die for you,—in your stead."
"Yes. I wonder if we do not sometimes forget the One who died eighteen hundred years ago? But this brings it home to you and me in a manner that we shall always remember."