Picture Play Magazine (Sep 1917 - Feb 1918)

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For Valour 113 the fingers of his one hand bit deep into the palm. "Ohank you for telling me," he said with an effort. And as he turned away the girl gave him her hand. "Oh, I am sure — very, very sure — that everything will come out all right now that you are home," she said ; and added slowly, as if repeating a phrase that had been solace to herself in some dark hour: "Divine love has met and always will meet every human need." In the home for the aged he found his father — broken, dispirited. But there was a transformation when the young soldier with one arm missing strode briskly into the room where Ambrose Nobbs was sitting reading. New life came into the tired old eves. The 8 shrunken frame straightened up to its old-time martial dignity, and his voice was strong and steady as he cried : "My soldier boy ! A chip of the old block, lad! And you're home again! Thank God!" He clasped the young hero to his breast, and his eyes grew misty as he felt the empty sleeve. "Dad, it was a small thing to give for God, for country, and for humanity," Henry said, reading the veteran's thoughts. "And here is something that will stir your martial old heart." He pointed to the Victoria Cross. "Son, I am proud of you! I could dance for joy !" cried the old man. Then he had to hear the whole story. But Henry told it only in snatches, for he was in haste to see his sister.