The Big Blue Soldier
“Certainly,” he said, and turned with perfect courtesy as Mary looked in at the door and called, “Good night.”

He did not make a fuss about attending her. He simply was there close beside her as she sped through the dark without a word to him.

“It’s been very pleasant to meet you,” he said as she turned with a motion of dismissal at her own steps, “again,” he[66] added lamely. “I—I’ve enjoyed the evening more than you can understand. I enjoyed your singing.”

[66]

“Oh! My singing!” flung back Mary. “Why, I was like a sparrow beside a nightingale. It wasn’t quite fair of you to let me sing first without knowing you had a voice. It’s strange. You know you never used to sing.”

It seemed to him her glance went deep as she looked at him through the shadows of the garden. He thought about it as he crept back through the hedge, shivering now, for the night was keen and his uniform was thin. Well, what did it matter what she thought? He would soon be far away from her and never likely to see her again. Yet he was glad he had scored a point, one point against Girl in the concrete.

Now he must go in and bid his hostess good-by, and then away to—where?

[67]

CHAPTER IV

As Lyman Gage went up the steps to Miss Marilla’s front porch a sick thrill of cold and weariness passed over his big frame. Every joint and muscle seemed to cry out in protest, and his very vitals seemed sore and racked. The bit of bright evening was over, and he was facing his own gray life again with a future that was void and empty.

As Lyman Gage

But the door was not shut. Miss Marilla was hovering anxiously inside with the air of just having retreated from the porch. She gave a little relieved gasp as he entered.

“Oh, I was afraid you wouldn’t come back,” she said eagerly. “And I did so want to thank you and tell you how we—how I—yes, I mean we, for I know she loved that singing—how very much we have enjoyed it. I shall[68] always thank God that He sent you along just then.”

[68]

“Well, I certainly have cause to thank you for that wonderful dinner,” he said earnestly, as he might have spoken 
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