Patriotism had been his motive for
entering the army, and while it had cost him a mighty struggle to
leave his family, he felt that he had no more reason to hold back
than thousands of others. He believed that he could still provide
for those dependent upon him, and if he fell, those for whom he
died would not permit his widow and children to suffer. But the
first popular enthusiasm for the war had largely died out; the
city was full of widows and orphans; there was depression of
spirit, stagnation in business, and a very general disposition on
the part of those who had means, to take care of themselves, and
provide for darker days that might be in the immediate future.
Sensitive, retiring Mrs. Marlow was not the one to push her claims
or reveal her need. Moreover, she could never give up the hope
that tidings from her husband might at any time bring relief and
safety.
But the crisis had come at last; and on this dreary December day
she was face to face with absolute want. The wolf, with his gaunt
eyes, was crouched beside her cold hearth.
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