“They were all terribly broken up as they stood about the grave, and no wonder! No wonder! Then the divisional commander made a little speech, and then our own major gave them Barry's last message.”
“Tell me,” said the girl gently, as Captain Neil paused.
“It was this,” said Captain Neil. “'Tell the boys that God is good, and when they are afraid, to trust Him, and “carry on.”'”
“That was like him,” she said. “That was like Barry! Oh, Paula,” she cried, turning to her friend. “I'm so happy! It was a beautiful closing to a beautiful life. He was a beautiful boy, Paula, wasn't he? His body was beautiful, his soul was beautiful, his life was beautiful, and the ending, oh, was beautiful. Oh, Paula, God is good. I am so glad he gave Barry to me, and gave me to him. Oh, I'm so—happy—so—happy.” Her voice sank into a whisper. Then after a few moments of silence, with a little piteous cry, she suddenly broke forth, “But Paula! Paula! he is gone. I shall never see him again.”
Paula held her arms tightly about her, sobbing as if her own heart were broken, but Phyllis recovered herself quickly.
“No, no,” she said softly, as if counselling her own heart. “I must remember. 'God is good,' he said, and so, Paula, I must not be afraid. God was good to him. He will be good to me. He will be good to his child.” Her voice sank again into a whisper. She stood silent with eyes looking into the far distance. Then, in a clear, firm voice, she said, “I will not be afraid! God is good! I will 'carry on.'”