Holbrook speaking; I would like to come and pay my respects to Mrs.
Reed if she has a few minutes to spare, and will permit me!" Of course
she would, poor girl; she looked as though heaven had suddenly opened
and beckoned her enter. I left them alone.

Whatever was said must have taken the bitterness out of the parting,
because it was a sweet-souled, courageous girl that joined me ten
minutes later, to take her departure for life's everlasting battle
fields; to begin anew. Perhaps she knew his love would crown the
awaiting beyond with divine fulfillment......

When I saw her off on the Eastbound train, she answered my questioning
look by taking a small photo from her bodice--"No, I have not
forgotten," she said with a smile that was more tragic than all the
tears the world has ever shed. "Here, next my heart, I shall carry my
love always, but there is his duty and mine, and so much do I love
him, that I want to bear all the pain myself...."

Being a trained nurse, Eileen when she got her divorce went to France
with several other Red Cross nurses, "where," she said, "I shall try
to mend my broken heart while I help to patch up some of our mutilated
soldier boys. My only hope is that I may be of some use, and I feel
sure that my own miserable little wail of bereavement will get lost in
the shuffle, when I am face to face with the tragedies of the battle
fields..."

Shall we forgive her? Yes, if we follow the teachings of the
Nazarene..... I sometimes hear from Eileen; she is somewhere in
France, and so is young Holbrook, I am told! I may yet continue their
story some day. Methinks it is a promise; a whisper across the miles