FOUNDER OF HIS RACE 137 



an epidemic of Inng-fever broke out among the troops 

 stationed at the barracks. 



Captain Dulaney was stricken, and lay ill unto death 

 at his quarters. INIorgan missed him and pined for his 

 company. 



A letter was dispatched to Mistress Dulaney, but the 

 distance to Boston was so great that a man might die 

 before the stage went and returned to Burlington. At 

 last when the coach rattled up, with a great noise and 

 hurly-burly, to the officer's quarters and stopped, all 

 knew that Mistress Dulaney was inside, and it chanced 

 that Morgan stood hitched near-by. The steps were 

 quickly let down and right quickly did she descend. 



Morgan recognized her at once; he whinneyed a note 

 of welcome, but she neither saw nor heard him ; she was 

 in such stress of anxiety. 



She was all his memory held her : not so young, but 

 more sweet, more beautiful and a light as of a halo sur- 

 rounded her face as they told her the Captain was bet- 

 ter. Morgan saw all before she put her little foot to 

 the ground. 



But as she hurried into the house the horse felt old, 

 a sudden darkness fell upon the world, as if a cloud had 

 obscured the sun. 



She had not even seen him ! 



He hung his head and tears filled his dear, longing 

 eyes. After all these years of waiting and loving — and 

 she had not even seen him ! 



