His voice died away. In his eyes there was suddenly that curious blend of hope and sadness which shines from the faces of those who love and, loving, must go away to war.
“Wait a minute, Joe,” he said.
And, turning, looked back again. The little car was still in sight, and the girl, standing up in it, waved her hand.
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES
- Silently corrected obvious typographical errors and variations in spelling.
- Retained archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed.