There were tears in Deborah’s eyes as she listened. “In a chest in the attic,” she whispered softly, “is a tattered suit, an old drum, and an army discharge. I know a maid, who, when her blood runs hotly, goes and kneels beside that chest. When she sees the drum, her hearts throbs until it almost chokes her. When she sees the discharge she bows her head in proud memory of one most truly to be revered and honored—but when she sees the blood stained suit her strength goes from her, and she only remembers one who led her from dark to light, from danger to safety.” “Deborah! is my home, then, wide enough for my sweet soldier maid?” “Aye, ’tis as wide as life, as deep as love, and as high as heaven!” So hand in hand they went to tell their story to loving waiting hearts. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Transcriber’s note: 1. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling. 2. Archaic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings retained as printed. 3. The cover image was created by the transcriber and is placed in the public domain.