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laid it tenderly in a new-made grave, They said no word as they ft ^
turned the sod, but when tliev left, they gave him the salute that a sol- dier gives his dead.
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That night one more little eross stood guard hy a rnde, new grave. The saered starliglit Avatelied it; the misty Avind SAve\])t past it; and far aeross the lonely Avaters a girl sat silent at her Avindow, gazing into the snoAV. A (\]iiiyer passed over her body. Once her blue eyes sought the summit of the snoAvy \])ines and the dull sky in a Avord-
less \})rayer. A single teai' fell from lier eyes. Once more gazing through the s u o a a w aisles of \])ine, she murmured:
“I said, ‘Our country first,’ Kenneth, even if—if—if—”
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Gertrude P. Knapp,’18.
