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The Next of Kin
Those who Wait and Wonder
By
Nellie L. McClung
Author of "Sowing Seeds in Denny," "The Second Chance,"
"The Black Creek Stopping House," and
"In Times like These"
TORONTO
THOMAS ALLEN
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
1917
1917, BY NELLIE L. McCLUNG
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
Published November 1917
HOPE
Down through the ages, a picture has come of the woman who weepeth:
Tears are her birthright, and sorrow and sadness her portion:
Weeping endures for a night, and prolongeth its season
Far in the day, with the will of God
For a reason!
Tears are her birthright, and sorrow and sadness her portion:
Weeping endures for a night, and prolongeth its season
Far in the day, with the will of God
For a reason!
Such has the world long accepted, as fitting and real;
Plentiful have been the causes of grief, without stinting;
Patient and sad have the women accepted the ruling,
Learning life's lessons, with hardly a word of complaint
At the schooling.
Plentiful have been the causes of grief, without stinting;
Patient and sad have the women accepted the ruling,
Learning life's lessons, with hardly a word of complaint
At the schooling.
But there's a limit to tears, even tears, and a new note is sounding:
Hitherto they have wept without hope, never seeing an ending;
Now hope has dawned in their poor lonely hearts,
And a message they're sending
Over the world to their sisters in weeping, a message is flashing,
Flashing the brighter, for the skies are so dark
And war thunders crashing!
And this is the message the war-stricken women send out
In their sorrow:
"Yesterday and to-day have gone wrong,
But we still have to-morrow!"
Hitherto they have wept without hope, never seeing an ending;
Now hope has dawned in their poor lonely hearts,
And a message they're sending
Over the world to their sisters in weeping, a message is flashing,
Flashing the brighter, for the skies are so dark
And war thunders crashing!
And this is the message the war-stricken women send out
In their sorrow:
"Yesterday and to-day have gone wrong,
But we still have to-morrow!"
Contents
| Foreword | 1 | |
| I. | Beach Days | 22 |
| II. | Working In! | 35 |
| III. | Let's Pretend | 46 |
| IV. | Pictures | 53 |
| V. | Saving Our Souls | 58 |
| VI. | Surprises | 70 |
| VII. | Conservation | 92 |
| VIII. | "Permission" | 112 |
| IX. | The Slacker—in Uniform | 142 |
| X. | National Service—One Way | 154 |
| XI. | The Orphan | 171 |
| XII. | The War-Mother | 193 |
| XIII. | The Believing Church | 210 |
| XIV. | The Last Reserves | 227 |
| XV. | Life's Tragedy | 241 |
| XVI. | Waiting! | 247 |
The Next of Kin
FOREWORDToC
It was a bleak day in November, with a thick, gray sky, and a great, noisy, blustering wind that had a knack of facing you, no matter which way you were going; a wind that would be in ill-favor anywhere, but in northern Alberta, where the wind is not due to blow at all, it was what the really polite people call "impossible." Those who were not so polite called it something quite different, but the meaning is the same.
There are districts, not so very far from us,