This is my mother's legacy.
This little shirt I once wore, when I was a tiny thing, the gay doll was my plaything, and this gold hoop is the wedding-ring my father gave his bride at the altar--she kept all these things to the last, and carried them like holy relics from land to land, from camp to camp.

Will you take these mementos to him ?" She nodded silently.
"Now comes the best thing.

Have you ever seen more beautiful workmanship?
You must wear this necklace, Ruth, as my first gift." He held up the costly ornament, but she shrank back, asking bitterly "Captured booty ?" "In honorable war," he answered, proudly, approaching to fasten the jewels round her neck with his own hands; but she pushed him back, snatched the ornament, and hurled it on the floor, exclaiming angrily: "I loathe the stolen thing.

Pick it up.

It may suit the camp-followers." This destroyed his self-control, and seizing both her arms in an iron grasp, he muttered through his clenched teeth: "That is an insult to my mother; take it back." But Ruth heard and saw nothing; full of indignation she only felt that violence was being done her, and vainly struggled against the irresistible strength, which held her fast.
Meantime the door had opened wide, but neither noticed it until a man's deep voice loudly and wrathfully exclaimed: "Back, you scoundrel! Come here, Ruth.