He has been seen, too, with a sweet, sad, yet very lovely young woman in whose glorious crown of gold-brown hair silver silken threads run in and out.
“Lucy, I have always loved you.”
A big, jovial naval man periodically drives up before the old sign and shouting out, “Jack, come here and see the latest!” exhibits a baby to the sailor-looking manager. The last time he roared in greatest glee, “It’s a girl, named Bessie, for her mother.”
Kind harvest moon, send forth your tenderest glances, that fall betwixt the tall elm’s branches on that sad, sweet face that lies so restfully against a sailor’s loyal bosom.
“Lucy, I have always loved you!” Jack Dunlap kissed his “Little Princess” and put his strong arms around her.
Everlasting time, catch up those words, and bear them on forever, as motto of most faithful lover.
An old man, standing at a window in the Dunlap mansion, watched the man and woman in the moonlight between the elm trees, and what he witnessed seemed to bring a great joy to his good, kind heart, for he reverently raised his eyes to heaven and said,
“My God, I thank Thee!”