"You don't know how glad I am to be yours, and to have you for mine," he said. "I never knew my mother." "You know then how Minnesota was a pioneer state, and how she sent a fifth of her population to the war, and Dad among the first? You know how the First Minnesota held the hill and turned the day at Gettysburg, though few of them lived to tell of their own bravery? It makes the lump come up in my throat even to remember it, just as it did when I first heard the news and knew that my boy-lover was there." There was silence a moment. "Ah, Dick, you have a young body to match your heart," Mrs. Percival went on, "but Dad, before he was twenty, carried a bullet in his side. He had to conquer pain before he could spend strength on other things." Dick rubbed his cheek with the mother's trembling hand. "Yes," he said soberly, "it must have been harder to endure the sufferings that clung to him and killed him at last than it would have been to give everything in one swift sacrifice. Endurance,--that's a word I don't know, do I, mother?" "No, dear, that's the word you know least; but you'll have to learn it." "Ellery, I guess that's where you have the advantage of me." Dick looked up with a smile. "If I have, it's been a dour lesson," Norris answered with a wry face. "Well, if Dad gave his life to his country by dying, I mean to give mine by living," Dick went on. "There must be things that need doing." "More than there are men to do them," said his mother softly. "You have his spirit and his genius. You have health, too. Don't put a bullet in your young manhood." "What do you mean, mother?" "There are a thousand wounds besides those from a gun. I'm counting on you to live his life as he would have liked to live it--to be his son, Dick." "You mustn't expect the sun and the moon to stand still before me." "Oh, well, I dare say I'm as foolish as other mothers." Mrs. Percival laughed as though she must do that or cry. "But you were certainly born to something, Dick. You've shown it ever since you organized your first militia company and whipped the five-year-olds in the next street." "And he's kept right on bossing his particular gang ever since. Richard Dux," smiled Ellery.