"
She ran to her car, sprang in and whirled it into place before the V. A.
D. had hers well started.
Barry waited where they had left him. The sudden appearing of Paula had
stirred within him depths of feeling that almost overpowered him. His
mind was far away in Athabasca, once more he was seeing the dark pool,
the swiftly flowing water, the campfire, and his father bending over it.
His heart was quivering as if a hand had been rudely thrust into a raw
wound in it.
The V. A. D. held Paula a few moments beside her car, speaking quickly
and earnestly. When they rejoined Barry, Paula's eyes were soft with
unshed tears, and her voice was very gentle.
"I know, Barry," she said. "Miss Vincent just told me. Oh, what terrible
changes this war brings to us all. We see so many sad things here every
day. It's terribly sad for you, Barry."
"Yes, it is sad, Paula, and it is going to be lonely. You have brought
back to me that bright day on the Athabasca. But," he added earnestly,
"after all, in this war everything personal is so small.
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