She had changed her dress for something dark, and she had worn a plain
dark hat and coat. She had not cried a tear and she would not cry.
She had been very brave as they travelled a beaten path, visiting the
places which the General frequented, going on and on until they came to
the country, and to a farm-house where they found him turning night
into day, having roused the amazed inmates to ask for breakfast.
He had paid them well for it, and was ready to set forth again with the
dawn when his wife drove in.
"My dear," he had said, courteously, as his little wife's face peered
out at him from the carriage, "you shouldn't have come."
Sobered for the moment, he had made a handsome figure, as he stood with
uncovered head, his dark hair in a thick curl between his eyes. The
morning was warm and he carried his overcoat on his arm. His patent
leather shoes and the broadcloth of his evening clothes showed the dust
and soil of his walk through the fields. He had evidently dismissed
his cab at the edge of the city and had come crosscountry.
His wife had reached out her little hand to him. "I came because I was
lonely.
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