"It was when I read of the death of my boys.
Something snapped in my brain, I think. You say"-- he turned to Betty,
grasping her hand imploringly-- "you say that my sons are well-- that
they are coming to me?"
"Yes," said Betty soothingly, pressing him back upon the pillow. "They
are well and safe and will be with you soon-- in a few days, perhaps."
"Ah," said the little man, submitting to Betty's touch, a happy smile
on his lips, "that is good. That is very-- very-- good--" and with a
sigh like a tired child's, he fell asleep again!
"Did you hear what he said?" whispered Betty, her eyes shining as she
tip-toed from the room, closed the door softly behind her and faced
her awed and incredulous chums. "He's well, girls. He's completely
sane again."
"It's a miracle," said Mollie breathlessly.
And so it came to pass that some little time later four good-looking
young fellows, recently in the service of the greatest country on the
earth, and one of them still wearing his regimentals, saw a rather
unexpected sight as they swung down the path toward Wild Rose Lodge.
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