riment, his whole nature was in direct 
contrast to the shaded grey of the 
little lady of the garden. 
“He went there, yes, as he went 
everywhere else in the village, and 
no one guessed her secret, least of all 
Harry himself. 
“ Then came that direful day when 
Sumter was fired on, and your Uncle 
Harry was one of the first to leave the 
town. We little dreamed that he, the 
incarnation of life and vigour, would 
never come back. Still less did we 
dream that to Miss Artemesia his 
departure had meant so much. 
“We had seen her, those dreadful 
days, going about as usual, and bound 
up in our own cares, hardly noted her 
gradual fading away. 
“ At last one day she sent for me — 
to bid me good-bye, she said, and 
when the truth came home to me, it 
was she who dried my tears. 
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