“Perhaps you’re right, old man. By the way, I’m on this Third Liberty Loan committee, and if you’ll tell me how much I can look ahead for from you it would help.” “Ten thousand dollars,” answered Carter. “In the meantime, if you hear of anyone who wants to buy a house, let me know.” “You aren’t going to leave us?” “Not if I can hire a cheap place round town,” answered Carter. “Say—but you are plunging,” exclaimed Newell uncomfortably. “We can’t let that Château-Thierry victory go for nothing,” answered Carter quietly. At last—at last Carter himself had declared war. That was why when he received a cable to the effect that Private Ben Carter was reported seriously wounded the man could sign his name firmly to the receipt. The time had come for the Huns to take seriously the entry of the United States into the war. —Frederick Orin Bartlett. End of Project Gutenberg's Short Stories of the New America, by Various