22 DAYS IN THE OPEN 



The two grew into the boy's heart together. In 

 the last days when that mother had grown weary 

 and was waiting for rest, the son sat by her bed- 

 side and they talked together of the long past days, 

 of the home under the hill, of friends gone on into 

 the silence, and of the brook with its sun-painted 

 trout. She has been sleeping for many years on 

 the banks of the Susquehanna, lulled by the cease- 

 less flow of the noble river with whose waters the 

 waters of the brook are mingled. 



