A half-hundred years since their day of love- letters, of song, of committing poetry to memory, of rings and wedding-day. ... Across the lovely, girlish face Flicker the tender light and shade. It wears a pure ... The heroic action and tragic experience of the young and boyish Strahan had touched the tenderest chords in her heart. ... He could be induced to stay only long enough to finish his breakfast and then said: aquot;Strahan can tell me the rest of his story over the camp-fire before long.