walking side by side with his son Charley who is twenty. Charley’s mother died when he was born, and when Charley enlisted Foster said he'd never yet let Charley go anywhere he daren’t go himself, and he didn’t mean to begin with the Flanders trenches. At the station Dog Monday nearly went out of his head. He tore about and sent messages to Jem by them all. Mr. Meredith read an address and Reta Crawford recited ‘The Piper.’ The soldiers cheered her like mad and cried ‘We'll follow—we'll follow—we won't break faith,’ and I felt so proud to think that it was my dear brother who had written such a wonderful, heart-stirring thing. And then I looked at the khaki ranks and wondered if those tall fellows in uniform could be the boys I’ve laughed with and played with and danced with and teased all my life. Something seems to have touched them and set them apart. They have heard the Piper’s call.
“Fred Arnold was in the battalion and I felt dreadfully about him, for I realized that it was because of me that he was going away with such a sorrowful expression. I couldn't help it but I felt as badly as if I could.
“The last evening of his leave Fred came up to Ingleside and told me he loved me and asked me if I would promise to marry him some day, if he ever came back. He was desperately in earnest and I felt more wretched than I ever did in my life. I couldn’t promise him that—why, even if there was no question of Ken, I don’t care for Fred that way and never could—but it seemed so cruel and heartless to send him away to the front without any hope or comfort. I cried like a baby; and yet—oh, I am afraid that there must be
