deaf to his country's call-that where the battle
storm was raging he was needed, and like a
second Sardanapalus he must not stay at home.
Then for a brief season her bright face was over-
cast, and her brown eyes dim  with weeping.
Giving him to the war seemed like giving him
up to death. But women can be as true heroes
as men. Indeed, it oftentimes costs more courage
for a weak, confiding wonian. to bid her loved
ones leave her for the field of carnage than it costs
them to face the cannon's mouth. Maddy found
it so, but Christian patriotism triumphed over all,
and stifling her own grief, she sent him away with
smiles, and prayers, and cheering words of en-
couragement, turning herself for consolation to
the source from which she never sued for peace
in vain.  Save that she missed her husband
terribly, she was not lonely, for her beautiful
dark-eyed boy, whom they called Guy, Jr., kept
her busy, while not very many weeks afterward,
Guy, Sr., sitting in his tent, read with moistened
eyes of a little golden-haired daughter, whom
Maddy named Lucy Atherstone, and gazed upon
a curl of hair she inclosed to the soldier tather,
asking if it were not like some other hair now
moldering back to dust within an English church-
yard. " Maggie " said it was-Aunt Maggie, as
Guy, Jr., called the wife of Dr. Holbrook, who
had come to Aikenside to stay, while her husband
did his duty as surgeon in the army. That little



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