"Yes," she said softly, "I can live now. It seems as if a new and
stronger life were coming back with every breath."
The young fellows who had been the bearers of the gifts were so
touched that they drew their rough sleeves across their eyes as
they hastened away, closing the door on the happiest family in the
city.
A BRAVE LITTLE QUAKERESS
A TRADITION OF THE REVOLUTION
Not very far from the Highlands of the Hudson, but at a
considerable distance from the river, there stood, one hundred
years ago, a farmhouse that evidently had been built as much for
strength and defence as for comfort. The dwelling was one story
and a half in height, and was constructed of hewn logs, fitted
closely together, and made impervious to the weather by old-
fashioned mortar, which seems to defy the action of time. Two
entrances facing each other led to the main or living room, and
they were so large that a horse could pass through them, dragging
in immense back-logs. These, having been detached from a chain
when in the proper position, were rolled into the huge fireplace
that yawned like a sooty cavern at the farther end of the
apartment.
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