"I will--good-by!" were Frank's last words; and he hastened after his father, just pausing on the next corner to look around at the faces in the door of his home, and wave his hat at them. There was Hattie, leaning on Helen's arm, and waving her handkerchief, which was scarcely whiter than that thin white face of hers; and there was his mother gazing after him with steadfast eyes of affection and blessing, while her hands were fully occupied in restraining that small but fiery patriot, Willie, who, with his cap over his eyes, was vehemently struggling to go with his bwother Fwank. This was the tableau, the final picture of home, which remained imprinted on Frank's memory. For the corner was passed, and the doorway and windows of the dear old house, and the dearer faces there, were lost to sight. He would have delayed, in order to get one more look; but already the tinkling bells gave warning of the near approach of the horse-car, and he and his father had no more than time to reach the Main Street, when it came up, and stopped to take them in. In but little more than an hour's time, by far the most important step in Frank's life had been taken. He had enlisted. "Well," said his father, after Frank, with a firm and steady hand, had written his name, "it is done now. You are a brave boy!"--with a tear of pride, as he regarded his handsome, spirited young volunteer, and thought that not many fathers had such promising sons. While they were at the recruiting office, one of their neighbors came in. "What!" he exclaimed, "you here? on business?" "Patriotic business," replied Mr. Manly, showing his son with a fond father's emotion. "He has volunteered, neighbor Winch." "And you give your consent?" "I do, most certainly, since he feels it his duty to go, and his mother is willing." Neighbor Winch stood speechless for a moment, the muscles of his mouth working. "I have just heard," he said, in an agitated voice, "that my son John has enlisted _without_ my consent; and I have come here to ascertain the fact. Do you know any thing about it, Frank?" "I suppose I do," replied Frank, with some reluctance. "He enlisted three days ago. He wanted me to go with him then; but I----" "You what?" said neighbor Winch. "I couldn't, without first getting permission from my father and mother," explained Frank. "O, if my John had only acted as noble a part!" said the neighbor. "It's a bad beginning for a boy to run away. He has nearly broken his mother's heart." "Well, well, neighbor," observed Mr. Manly, consolingly, "reflect that it's in a good cause. Jack might have done worse, you know."