"Love," she whispered, hiding her head in his breast.
"SONNY BOY'S" DIARY
AN INCIDENT OF THE WAR IN CHINA
"Oh, a strange hand writes for our dear son—O stricken mother's soul!
All swims before her eyes—flashes with black—she catches the main words only;
Sentences broken—'gun-shot wound in the breast, cavalry skirmish, taken to hospital;
At present low, but will soon be better.'"
Walt Whitman
Among the most devoted of my parishioners was a certain Mrs. Allen,—devoted to the Church, of course, that is; although, if I may judge from her actions, I think she held me personally in high esteem as well. When I became acquainted with her she was a widow with one son. Other children, girls, had been born to her I learned afterward, but she had lost them in their early childhood; and, after the death of her husband, who had been a major in the marine corps of the United States navy, her life had been entirely devoted to this son, in whom her heart was so wrapped up that she fairly worshipped him.