OF AMBROSE BIERCE
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"I am going to visit my home," said the soldier.
The other looked at him rather sharply, but said nothing.
"I know," continued Lassiter, "that my folks have not changed, but—"
"There have been changes," Albro interrupted "everything changes. I'll go with you if you don't mind. We can talk as we go."
But Albro did not talk.
Instead of a house they found only fire-blackened foundations of stone, enclosing an area of compact ashes pitted by rains.
Lassiter's astonishment was extreme.
"I could not find the right way to tell you," said Albro. "In the fight a year ago your house was burned by a Federal shell."
"And my family—where are they?"
"In Heaven, I hope. All were killed by the shell."
