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That night the two men sat before the fire and watched the fla in the pines On his side of the dead line

Bud rocked his hard- Lovin

Child asleep in his arms In one tender palm he nested Lovin Child's

little bare feet, like two fat, white

Bud was thinking, as he always thought nowadays, of Marie and his own

boy; yearning, tender thoughts which his cluue would never

atteht of Marie alone, without the

baby; but he had learned much, these last four days He kne

closely a baby can creep in and cling, how they can fill the days with

joy He kneould miss Lovin Child when the storht or just that he should give

hiers--and yet he must until the parents

could have hiht Bud

could not bring hih to forecast his own

desolateness when Lovin Child was no longer roht find soh

to know that the cabin would again be a place of silence and gloos, with no happy little ht and snuggled the baby up

in his are left in hi, and colder than ever No one

would expect him to take a baby out in such weather So Bud whistled and