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“How much time?”

“I said two weeks, but no doubt I could have had the time extended.”

“I have MY doubts. Will you and your employer please accept my humble gratitude that you had the grace not to turn her out-of- doors during the holiday season? It might have caused remark; but that consideration and some others that I might name are not to be weighed against a few dollars and cents. I shall now remove the strain upon your patriotism at once, and will not only pay arrears, but also for two months in advance.”

“Oh, there’s no need of that to-day.”

“Yes, there is. My wife shall feel to-night that she has a home. She evidently has not received the letter I wrote as soon as I reached our lines, or you would not have been talking to her about two weeks more of shelter.”

The agent reopened his office and saw a roll of bills extracted from Marlow’s pocket that left no doubt of the soldier’s ability to provide for his family. He gave his receipt in silence, feeling that words would not mend matters, and then trudged off to his dinner with a nagging appetite.

As Marlow strode away he came to a sudden resolution–he would look upon his wife and children before they saw him; he would feast his eyes while they were unconscious of the love that was beaming upon them. The darkness and storm favored his project, and in brief time he saw the light in his window. Unlatching the gate softly, and with his steps muffled by the snow that already carpeted the frozen ground, he reached the window, the blinds of which were but partially closed. His children frolicking about the room were the first objects that caught his eye, and he almost laughed aloud in his joy. Then, by turning another blind slightly, he saw his wife shivering over the fire.

“Great God!” he muttered, “how she has suffered!” and he was about to rush in and take her into his arms. On the threshold he restrained himself, paused, and said, “No, not jet; I’ll break the news of my return in my own way. The shock of my sudden appearance might be too great for her;” and he went back to the window. The wife’s eyes were following her children with such a wistful tenderness that the boy, catching her gaze, stopped his sport, came to her side, and began to speak. They were but a few feet away, and Marlow caught every word.

“Mamma,” the child said, “you didn’t eat any breakfast, and I don’t believe you have eaten anything to-day. You are always giving everything to us. Now I declare I won’t eat another bit unless you take half of my cake;” and he broke off a piece and laid it in her lap.

“Oh, Jamie,” cried the poor woman, “you looked so like your father when you spoke that I could almost see him;” and she caught him in her arms and covered him with kisses.

“I’ll soon be big enough to take care of you. I’m going to grow up just like papa and do everything for you,” the boy said proudly as she released him.

Little Susie also came and placed what was left of her cake in her mother’s lap, saying:

“I’ll work for you, too, mamma; and to-morrow I’ll sell the doll Santa Claus gave me last Christmas, and then we’ll all have plenty to eat.”

Anson Marlow was sobbing outside the window as only a man weeps; and his tears in the bitter cold became drops of ice before they reached the ground.

“My darlings!” the mother cried. “Oh, God spare me to you and provide some way for us! Your love should make me rich though I lack all else. There, I won’t cry any more, and you shall have as happy a Christmas as I can give you. Perhaps He who knew what it was to be homeless and shelterless will provide for our need; so we’ll try to trust Him and keep His birthday. And now, Jamie, go and bring the rest of the coal, and then we will make the dear home that papa gave us cheery and warm once more. If he were only with us we wouldn’t mind hunger or cold, would we? Oh, my husband!” she broke out afresh, “if you could only come back, even though crippled and helpless, I feel that I could live and grow strong from simple gladness.”