It sank deep into Stella's heart, Stilling for a space the anguish.
"The Lamp in the Desert"
Ethel M. Dell
Softly the evening hush Stilling strife's maddened rush Cools the fierce battle flush,- See the day die; A thousand faces white Mirror the cold moonlight And glassy eyes are bright With Victory.
"A Woman's Love Letters"
Sophie M. Almon-Hensley
"It's five o'clock," the driver explained, Stilling his roaring motor and leaning out.
"From the Car Behind"
Eleanor M. Ingram