gold-and-yellow

Updated: June 21, 2025

Sometimes, mending the last shreds of her cambric finery, she thought of her girlhood, of the white porches at Sandy River; and always, always, the current of her waking dream swung imperceptibly back to that swift crisis in her life a flash of love love at the first glance a word! and his regiment, sabres glittering, galloping pell-mell into the thundering inferno between the hills.... And sunset; and the wounded passing by wagon loads, piled in the blood-soaked hay; and the glimpse of his limp gold-and-yellow sleeve and her own white bed, and her lover of a day lying there dead

Robert W. (Robert William) Chambers - Special Messenger