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When she saw her husband at the gate she dropped her broom and ran into his arms like a child. "Oh, Buddie, Buddie," she cried, "are not our palings beautiful? Muddie did them for a surprise for you!" "Buddie" was enthusiastic in admiration of the white palings and praised the gentle white-washer to the skies.
"Some music Sissy," he said turning to Virginia. "I want Mr. Graham to hear you." She arose at once and seating herself at the harp, struck some soft, bell-like chords while she waited for "Buddie" to decide what she should sing. "Let it be something sweet and low," he said, "and simple. Something of Tom Moore's, for instance.
In that old school reader of ours we used to read with wet eyes and tight throat the story of the soldier who lay dying at Bingen on the Rhine and told his buddie to tell his sister to be kind to all the comrades. How he yearned for the touch of his mother's or sister's hand in that last hour, how the voice of woman and her liquid eye of love could soothe his dying moments.
At their feet the ice sloped down into a miniature gorge, across which the sun cast a broad shadow. "Go on, Tommy," Frona bade. "We're half-way over, and there's water down there." "It's water ye'd be thinkin' on, is it?" he snarled, "and you a-leadin' a buddie to his death!"
And casually stuck into the gasketted rim of the collar, was a note, pencilled jaggedly on a scrap of paper: "Honest, Greenie, your a pal. All that nice stuff. Thanks a 1,000,000! Couple of my boys needed new Archies, bad. Thanks again. You and your buddie are not having so bad a brake. These old threes been all over hell. They will show you all about Asteroid hopping and mining.
The cartoonist knows the unconquerable spirit of humor with which the American meets his desperate situations; for he puts into the soldier's mouth words that show that although he may have more of a job than he bargained for, he can joke with his buddie about it.
The delirium always affected me that way: to see the vacant stare in his eyes no look of recognition when I entered. The nurse went out that afternoon. "He's doing nicely," was the last thing she said. She had not been gone half an hour it was just two-fifteen and I was lying on her bed watching Carl, when he called, "Buddie, I'm going come hold my hand."
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