Harriet Theresa Comstock

“ Ruth, the life is hard—"
"I know the life, Andy, and love it!"
"Could you—could you, Ruth?"
"Keep on living it? Yes, dear. Who so well fitted as I?"
They paused on the snowy path, and looked into each other's brave eyes.
"I wonder if any life is really hard, dear Ruth, where—"
"Love lifts the burden? I think not, Andy. Love bears the weight. We take the glory. It is a wonderful thing."
The red glow of the winter sunset seemed to warm the snow-covered earth, and in the still beauty the two followed Janie and Martin. ”

“ Andy, they look—they look magnificent!" Ruth was quivering on her perch. Janie flung prudence and dignity to the winds, and climbed to Ruth's side, and, being taller, gained a portion of the crack above the girl's head.
"I can see no one but the General!" she said. "The crack is over-narrow for such doings!"
"There is no one but Washington!" breathed Andy, and he lifted his head proudly.
"Yes, there are others," whispered Ruth, misunderstanding, "and if you run your eye up and down the crack quickly, you can catch a sight of them. The crack is wider in some parts." ”

“ The door of the little house was drawn to and locked. All within was beautiful and ready for the patriot who that night would return full of honors for the part he had played during the last two years. ”