Andrew the Glad by Maria Thompson Daviess
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you get into your hat and coat. We can skirt the park and come in at the
side of the Temple back of the platform so that you can slip into place before one-half of the sky-rockets of oratory have been exploded. Will you come?" "Will you stay with me--right by me?" she asked, timidity and courage at war in her voice. "Yes," he answered slowly, "I'll stay by you as long as you want me--if I can." "And that," said Caroline Darrah Brown as she turned at the door and looked straight at him with a heavenly blush mounting in her cheeks, the tenderness of the ages curling her lips and the innocence of all of six years in her eyes, "will be always!" With which she disappeared instantly beyond the rose damask hangings. And so when the ceremonies in the park were over and Caroline stood to clasp hands with each of the clamorous gray squad, Andrew Sevier waited just behind her and he met one after another of the sharp glances shot at him from under grizzled brows with a dignity that quieted even the grimmest old fire-eater. And there are strange wild things that take hold on the lives of men--vital forces against which one can but beat helpless wings of mortal spirit. |
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