The world had progressed much in
democracy since those days. Those who had fought in this part of the
country for liberty and equality had not really known it. They had
seen the Vision, but it was to be given to their descendants to realize
it.
Jean rocked and rocked. "I hate war," she said, suddenly. "I didn't
until Daddy said he was going, and then it seemed to come--so near--all
the time I am trying to push the thought of it away. I wouldn't tell
him, of course. But I don't want him to go."
"No, I wouldn't tell him. We women may be scared to death, but it
ain't the time to tell our men that we are scared."
"Are you scared to death, Mrs. Connolly?"
The steady eyes met hers. "Sometimes, in the night, when I think of
the wet and cold, and the wounded groaning under the stars. But when
the morning comes, I cook the breakfast and get Jim off, and he don't
know but that I am as cheerful as one of our old hens, and then I go
over to the church, and tell it all to the blessed Virgin, and I am
ready to write to my boys of how proud I am, and how fine they are--and
of every little tiny thing that has happened on the farm.
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