"You are my life--you are everything. I can't give you up It's ridiculous to take this stand. Be sensible. Look at it from my point of view." "There is only one point of view and love has nothing to do with it. Come, let us talk of something else. Have you heard from your--your father? Does he know you've been injured?" He looked long into her tense face and then muttered, with the sullen despair of the sick: "I don't know. I've had no word from anyone." "The despatches have doubtless given your name. One of the Chicago correspondents was talking about you recently. Your father will surely write to you now." "Are you eager to have him do so? I should think you'd hate his name. I can't help caring for dad, Jane. I tried to curse him one time, but he really has been good to me. I don't see how he can have done the things they say he's done." "There may be a mistake." "That's good of you, dear, but you forget your mother's statements and all that Rigby says--all that. Oh, I've gone over all of it, and I am convinced. I wonder what has become of him. He was afraid of--of--well, there was talk of an arrest before I left. I have not looked at a newspaper since I saw the headlines that awful morning. God, how they must have hurt you!" "I, too, have not looked at a newspaper since then, Graydon," she said simply. He smiled wearily and there was response in her eyes. He took her hand in his and they sat silently side by side on the bench for half an hour, their thoughts far away but of one another. "Graydon," she said at last, "are you going to remain in the army?" "No, I am through with it. My discharge is to be recommended. I'm disabled." "You will be as strong as ever, dear." "Do you want me to stick to the army? I am only a private." "You can do greater things out in the world, I know. You will be a great man if you don't lose heart, Graydon." "I can't be a soldier, dear, and support a wife on the pay I get," he said with a smile. "You shouldn't marry," "But I am going to marry," he said. "I have decided to become a nurse. It is my intention to give my whole life to---" "The Red Cross?" "No. The hospitals at home--the hospitals for the poor and homeless." Ethel Harbin was coming through the grounds toward them. Her face was clouded by a dark frown and she was visibly excited. "It's all off," she announced as she came up. "Where is the usual hero?" asked Graydon. "I'm through with the real army. They've dismissed me. That is father and mother have. They are driving me into the Salvation Army," she exclaimed, seating herself beside Graydon. "I wish I were Jane and my own mistress." "Dear me, Ethel, what an ambition!" said Jane. "What has happened to upset you so?" "Father has." "I should have asked who, not what." "I suppose they expect me to marry a Salvation Army man. They say Harry isn't good enough. I think he is a very moral young man." "Harry? Who is Harry?"