William MacLeod Raine

“ His sense of humor was too robust to leave much room for heroics.
She thought of this now as she watched him lying there with his eyes shut, very worn and pallid with the struggle. All of the sweet charm and fascination of him still drew her. At a chance meeting of the eyes that little shock of pleasure never failed. But his helplessness had called out the divine maternity that lies dormant in every good woman, ready to leap to life in behalf of those she loves. ”

“ He had had a hard fight for life, and the struggle had left its marks upon him. There were weary shadows under the eyes, and the gay, responsive face had grown thin and sharper in contour. But the loss in good looks had but emphasized the quality of the man; had accented his charm for her by defining more clearly the spiritual in him. ”

“ We don’t hit it off at all. He does not condescend to the least interest in me. Sometimes I wonder whether he would be so much interested in the health of our city hero were it not to show to the world the great magnanimity of which he is capable. ”