It was so splendid--and sad--and beautiful. The dear devoted little
fellow! He worshipped that kitten. And if it all goes for nothing--as
so many sacrifices seem to go for nothing--he will be brokenhearted,
for he isn't old enough to understand that God doesn't answer our
prayers just as we hope--and doesn't make bargains with us when we
yield something we love up to Him."
24th September 1918
"I have been kneeling at my window in the moonshine for a long time,
just thanking God over and over again. The joy of last night and today
has been so great that it seemed half pain--as if our hearts weren't
big enough to hold it.
"Last night I was sitting here in my room at eleven o'clock writing a
letter to Shirley. Every one else was in bed, except father, who was
out. I heard the telephone ring and I ran out to the hall to answer it,
before it should waken mother. It was long-distance calling, and when I
answered it said 'This is the telegraph Company's office in
Charlottetown. There is an overseas cable for Dr. Blythe.'
"I thought of Shirley--my heart stood still--and then I heard him
saying, 'It's from Holland.'
"The message was,
'Just arrived. Escaped from Germany. Quite well. Writing.
James Blythe.'
"I didn't faint or fall or scream. I didn't feel glad or surprised. I
didn't feel anything. I felt numb, just as I did when I heard Walter had
enlisted.
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