Doss, not liking the change from the cabin's warmth, ran quickly to the kitchen doorstep; but his mistress walked slowly past him, and took her way up the winding footpath that ran beside the stone wall of the camps.

When she came to the end of the last camp, she threaded her way among the stones and bushes till she reached the German's grave.

Why she had come there she hardly knew; she stood looking down.

Suddenly she bent and put one hand on the face of a wet stone.
"I shall never come to you again," she said.
Then she knelt on the ground, and leaned her face upon the stones.
"Dear old man, good old man, I am so tired!" she said (for we will come to the dead to tell secrets we would never have told to the living).
"I am so tired.

There is light, there is warmth," she wailed; "why am I alone, so hard, so cold?
I am so weary of myself! It is eating my soul to its core--self, self, self! I cannot bear this life! I cannot breathe, I cannot live! Will nothing free me from myself ?" She pressed her cheek against the wooden post.