She yearned to be free--to live
and love as she pleased, not a prisoner in that shadowed room.
So she pushed it away from her, and so there came one morning a letter
from her father.
"Drusilla went over on the same boat. It was a surprising thing to
find her there. Since I landed, I haven't seen her. But I met Captain
Hewes in Paris, and he was looking for her.
"I had never known how fine she was until those days on the boat. It
was wonderful on the nights when everything was darkened and we were
feeling our way through the danger zone, to have her sing for us. I
believe we should all have gone to the bottom singing with her if a
submarine had sunk us.
"I am finding myself busier than I have ever been before, finding
myself, indeed, facing the most stupendous thing in the world. It
isn't the wounded men or the dead men or the heart-breaking aspect of
the refugees that gets me, it is the sight of the devastated
country--made barren and blackened into hell not by devils, but by
those who have called themselves men. When I think of our own country,
ready soon to bud and bloom with the spring, and of this country where
spring will come and go, oh, many springs, before there will be bud and
bloom, I am overwhelmed by the tragic contrast.
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