Almost lovingly she bent over the
trilobite, thinking her own thoughts; while her friend
presently, from observing the expression of her face, began to
take notice anew of the thin and pale condition of the cheeks,
that had been much healthier a week ago.
"You like to look at armour, Daisy?" he said.
She made no answer.
"Are you still in the mind to 'die on the field of battle'?"
He guessed the question would touch her, but curiosity got the
better of sympathy with him. He was not prepared for the
wistful, searching look that Daisy gave him instantly, nor for
the indescribable tenderness and sorrow that mingled in it. As
before, she did not answer.
"Forgive me, Daisy," said the Captain, involuntarily "You know
you told me you were a soldier."
Daisy's heart was very tender, and she had been living all the
morning in that peculiar nearness to Christ which those know
who suffer for Him. She looked at the Captain, and burst into
tears.
"You told me you were a soldier —" he repeated, not quite
knowing what to say.
"Oh, Captain Drummond!" said Daisy, weeping, — "I wish you
were!"
It stung the Captain. He knew what she meant. But he quietly
asked her why?
"Because then," said Daisy, "you would know Jesus; and I want
you to be happy.
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