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it was there, but of the pain of the world.

Her body lying on the strange hard cot ached with weariness in
unaccustomed places, yet she stretched and nestled upon the tan canvas
with satisfaction. She was sharing to a certain extent the hardships of
the soldiers--the hardship of one soldier whose privations hurt her
deeply. It was good to have to suffer--with him. Where was God? Did He
care? Was He in this queer little hostel? Might she ask Him now to set a
guard over Cameron and let him find the help he needed wherewith to go to
meet Death, if Death he must meet?

She laid her hands together as a little child might do and with wide-open
eyes staring into the dark of the high ceiling she whispered from her
heart: "Oh God, help--_us_--to find _you_!" and unconsciously she, too,
set her soul on the search that night.

As she closed her eyes a great peace and sense of safety came over her.

Outside on the road a company of late soldiers, coming home from leave
noised by. Some of them were drunk, and wrangling or singing, and a sense
of their pitiful need of God came over her as she sank into a deep sleep.

XV

She was awakened by the rattling of the pots and pans in the tiny
kitchen. She sat up startled and looked about her. It was very early. The
first sunlight was streaming redly through the window screens, and the
freshness of the morning was everywhere, for all the windows were wide
open. The stillness of the country, broken only by the joyous chorus of
the birds, struck her as a wonderful thing. She lay down again and closed
her eyes to listen. Music with the scent of clover! The cheery little
home noises in the kitchen seemed a pleasant background for the peace of
the Sabbath morning. It was so new and strange. Then came the thought of
camp and the anticipation of the day, with the sharp pang at the memory
that perhaps even now Cameron was gone. Orders were so uncertain. In the
army a man must be ready to move at a moment's notice. What if while she
slept he had passed by on one of those terrible troop trains!

She sat up again and began to put her hair into order and make herself
presentable. He had promised that if such a thing as a sudden move should
occur he would throw out an old envelope with his name written on it as
they passed by the hut, and she meant to go out to that railroad track
and make a thorough search before the general public were up.

Mrs. Cameron was still sleeping soundly, on