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Two evenings later as the three men sat together, Horace Carey suddenly gripped Thaine's hand in his, then sank back in his chair with eyes that seemed looking straight into eternal peace; and the same smile that had won men to him seemed winning the angels to welcome him heavenward. In the midst of his busy, useful years his big work was done.
Alford was his soldier ideal, type of the best the battlefield may know. And, even if all this admiration did have in it much of youthful sentimentalism, it took nothing from his efficiency when he came to his place on the firing line. "I wonder where Doctor Carey is tonight," Thaine's comrade said in a low voice, as the two came together in the road. "What's made you think of him?" Thaine asked.
The happiness in Leigh Shirley's eyes took from Thaine's mind the memory of all the hardship and tragedy of his two years on the battlefield. Her pride in his achievements, her joy in his return and her dream of their future together in a work so full of service, filled his soul with rejoicing, as the May morning opened for these two its paradise of Youth and Love.
It is the only color in this black and white woodsy place," Leigh insisted, looking up at Thaine's face in the shadow and down at her own white dress. "There's a bit of color in your cheeks," Thaine said, as he studied the girl's fair countenance, all pink and white in the moonlight.
She lifted her arm and began to pull the petals from a tiny sunflower that lay on the seat beside her. "Very well." There was no anger in Thaine's tone. "Do you remember the big sunflower we found to send to Prince Quippi, once?" "The one that should bring him straight from China to me, if he really cared for me?" Leigh asked.
Thaine's reply was lost in a roar of rifles, followed by increased firing along the entire line, massing to the north before the Twentieth's front. "There are ten more men on the way up here. We'll hold this place until reinforcements come," Captain Clarke declared. It was such a strategic point as sometimes turns the history of war.
Thaine Aydelot's eyes were so much like Virginia Thaine's to him just then. Presently he went on: "Sometimes the thing we fail to get helps us to know better how to live and to live happily. You will not be a coward, Thaine, when you come, year by year, to know the greater wilderness inside yourself.
Where's your uniform?" Todd asked, staring at Thaine's clothes. "With yours, still. Make a minute of it when you get it, won't you?" Thaine replied. "Our common Uncle wants soldiers. He has no time to give to their clothes. A ragged shirt or naked breast will stop a Spanish bullet as well as a khaki suit." "Do you mean to say you haven't your soldier uniform yet?" Todd broke in.
"Thaine's a farmer all right, Jo." "He isn't going to be one always," Jo broke in quickly. "He's going to the Kansas University and there's no telling after that." "No, he's just going to Wykerton, that's all. Nay, he have went. Him and him fraulein. And say, there's another pretty fraulein went up the trail just ahead of the Aydelot horse party.
"If I can get the loan " "Which you can't," Thaine broke in. "Any man on Grass River will tell you the same, if you don't want to believe the word of a nineteen-year-old boy." "Thaine, I must do something. Even our home is mortgaged. Everything is slipping out from under us. You don't know what that means." "My father and mother knew it over and over." Thaine's face was full of sympathy.
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