When the soldier—lover of Golden-Eyes had sailed away down the tide and far away, the world was as gray and cold as the inside of Washington's Monument in the Winter time, by reason of his taking, besides his own heart, hers that she had given him, leaving an empty, wounded place of fire and sorrow in her breast where it had been.
But lo you, in the gray of a dawn as pale and sad as Love's sky had grown, where her windows were panels of moonstone light, at the hour she knew, lying silent with eyes wide awake but blind, that his ship was drawing away from his home shores and lifting to the first great seas where the giant Atlantic breathes deep and terribly—through the silent streets and the silent house, by messenger—came a friend he had left her!
Around his neck was fastened a letter: "Darling—darling—you gave me your heart. Long ago you had mine, and you gave it back that it might follow the Stars and Bars with sure intent, until I come again. You have me your heart 'to keep a man from harm.’ Will you take "Uncle Same" 'to keep a maid from harm?" I should like to know my two loves are together while I'm away. My pal and my sweetheart!"
Who was happy but Golden-eyes!