CHAPTER V

Yes, it meant war, with James leaving at the first call, and Belle’s young husband enlisting without her knowing his intentions. Abbie thought she could not stand it to see them go. It seemed that life was doing something to her which she could not countenance. She had a queer sensation of wind blowing past her,—of wind that she could not stop. She stood in front of the Seth Thomas clock on the shelf in her mother’s cabin and watched the hands moving above the little brown church painted on the glass of the door. _…