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An’ then I laffed one on them provokin’ laffs uv mine–oh, I tell ye, I was the worst feller for hectorin’ folks you ever seen! But I meant it all in fun, for when I suspicioned they did n’t like my funnin’, I sez: “Bill,” sez I, “an’ Marthy, there ‘s only one name I ‘d love above all the rest to call your little lambkin, an’ that’s the dearest name on earth to me–the name uv Lizzie, my wife!”

That jest suited ’em to a T, an’ always after that she wuz called leetle Lizzie, an’ it sot on her, that name did, like it was made for her, an’ she for it. We made it up then–perhaps more in fun than anything else–that when the children growed up, Cyrus an’ leetle Lizzie, they should get marr’d together, an’ have both the farms an’ be happy, an’ be a blessin’ to us all in our old age. We made it up in fun, perhaps, but down in our hearts it wuz our prayer jest the same, and God heard the prayer an’ granted it to be so.

They played together, they lived together; together they tended deestrick school an’ went huckleberryin’; there wuz huskin’s an’ spellin’ bees an’ choir meetin’s an’ skatin’ an’ slidin’ down-hill–oh, the happy times uv youth! an’ all those times our boy Cyrus an’ their leetle Lizzie went lovin’ly together!

What made me start so–what made me ask of Bill one time: “Are we a-gettin’ old, Bill?” that wuz the Thanksgivin’ night when, as we set round the fire in Bill’s front-room, Cyrus come to us, holdin’ leetle Lizzie by the hand, an’ they asked us could they get marr’d come next Thanksgivin’ time? Why, it seemed only yesterday that they wuz chicks together! God! how swift the years go by when they are happy years!

“Reuben,” sez Bill to me, “le’s go down’ cellar and draw a pitcher uv cider!”

You see that, bein’ men, it wuz n’t for us to make a show uv ourselves. Marty an’ Lizzie just hugged each other an’ laughed an’ cried–they wuz so glad! Then they hugged Cyrus an’ leetle Lizzie; and talk and laff? Well, it did beat all how them women folks did talk and laugh, all at one time! Cyrus laffed, too; an’ then he said he reckoned he ‘d go out an’ throw some fodder in to the steers, and Bill an’ I–well, we went down-cellar to draw that pitcher uv cider.

It ain’t for me to tell now uv the meller sweetness uv their courtin’ time; I could n’t do it if I tried. Oh, how we loved ’em both! Yet, once in the early summer-time, our boy Cyrus he come to me an’ said: “Father, I want you to let me go away for a spell.”

“Cyrus, my boy! Go away?”

“Yes, father; President Linkern has called for soldiers; father, you have always taught me to obey the voice of Duty. That voice summons me now.”

“God in heaven,” I thought, “you have given us this child only to take him from us!”

But then came the second thought: “Steady, Reuben! You are a man; be a man! Steady, Reuben; be a man!”

“Yer mother,” sez I, “yer mother–it will break her heart!”

“She leaves it all to you, father.”

“But–the other–the other, Cyrus–leetle Lizzie–ye know!”

“She is content,” sez he.

A storm swep’ through me like a cyclone. It wuz all Bill’s fault; that warrior-name had done it all–the cyclopeedy with its lies had pizened Bill’s mind to put this trouble on me an’ mine!

No, no, a thousand times no! These wuz coward feelin’s an’ they misbecome me; the ache herein this heart uv mine had no business there. The better part uv me called to me an’ said: “Pull yourself together, Reuben Ketcham, and be a man!”

Well, after he went away, leetle Lizzie wuz more to us ‘n ever before; wuz at our house all the time; called Lizzie “mother”; wuz contented, in her woman’s way, willin’ to do her part, waitin’ an’ watchin’ an’ prayin’ for him to come back. They sent him boxes of good things every fortnight, mother an’ leetle Lizzie did; there wuz n’t a minute uv the day that they wuz n’t talkin’ or thinkin’ uv him.