My sweetheart of the long ago—
With rosy cheeks and raven hair—
Sang lullabies so soft and low,
All joyous was the rhythmic air.
Though other links with luckless fate
Have brought me bruises bathed in tears,
From childhood up to man’s estate
Her love has held me all the years.
Our ties grow fonder, day by day,
While graces, all, in her combine.
Oh, love! make good and glad the way
Where walks this sweetheart—Mother mine.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER VI.—MAJOR BUELL HAMPTON
CHAPTER VIII.—A COMMITTEE OF FIVE
CHAPTER IX.—AN AFTERNOON DRIVE
CHAPTER X.—HOME OF THE HORTONS
CHAPTER XII.—KANSAS PROHIBITION
CHAPTER XIII.—MAJOR HAMPTON’. LIBRARY