the distance the
shrill whistle of the downward train from Albany, and thought, as she
always did when she heard that whistle, "Oh, if that heralded Mark's
return, how happy I should be." But many a sound like that had echoed
across the Silverton hills, bringing no hope to her, and now, as it
again died away in the Cedar Swamp, she pursued her way up the path till
she reached the long, white ledge of rocks where with Katy she used to
play, and where Bell Cameron had come with Lieutenant Bob, while Morris,
too, had more than once led Katy there since the weather was so fine.

"The Lovers' Rock," some called it, for village boys and maidens knew
the place, repairing to it often, whispering their vows beneath the
overhanging pines, which whispered back again, and told the winds the
story which, though so old, is always new to her who listens to him who
tells.

Just underneath the spreading pine there was a large, flat stone, and
there Helen sat down, gazing sadly upon the valley below, and the clear
waters of Fairy Pond gleaming in the April sunshine, which lay so warmly
on the grassy hills and flashed so brightly from the cupola at Linwood,
where the national flag was flying. For a time Helen watched the banner
as it shook its folds to the breeze, then, as she remembered with what a
fearful price that flag had been saved from foul dishonor, she hid her
face in her hands and sobbed bitterly:

"God help me not to begrudge the price or think I paid too dearly for my
country's rights. Oh, Mark, my murdered husband, I may be wrong, but you
were dearer to me than many, many countries, and it is hard to give you
up--hard to know that the notes of peace which even now float up to us
from the South will not waken you in that grave which I can never see.
Oh, Mark, my darling, my darling, I loved you so much, I miss you so
much, I want you so much. God help me to bear. God help me to say, 'Thy
will be done.'"

She was rocking to and fro in her grief, with her hands pressed over her
face, as she thus moaned out a prayer that God would help her to feel,
as well as to say, "Thy will be done," and for a long time she sat there
thus, while the sun crept on further toward the west, and the freshened
breeze shook the tasseled pine above her head and kissed the bands of
rich brown hair, from which her hat had fallen. She did not heed the
lapse of time in the earnest prayer she breathed for entire submission
to God's will, nor did she h