“I had almost forgotten it myself,” said Frank. “But I was at church yesterday and I went home and looked up my uniform and here I am.” “You are not going across, Frank, are you?” said Ethel. “If I can. There is very strong competition between both officers and men. I have been paying little attention to soldiering for a year or so; I have been much too busy. But now things are different. If I can make it, I guess I will go.” “Oh, Frank, YOU don't need to go, said Ethel. I mean there are heaps of men all over Canada wanting to go. Why should YOU go?” “The question a fellow must ask himself is rather why should he stay,” replied the young officer. “Don't you think so, Jane?” “Yes,” said Jane, drawing in her breath sharply but smiling at him. “Do you want to go in?” asked Frank. “Oh, do let's go in,” said Ethel. But Jane shrank back. “I don't like to go through all those men,” she said, “though I should like greatly to see Kellerman,” she added. “I wonder if I could see him.” “Kellerman?” “Yes, he's Jane's special, you know,” said Ethel. “They ran close together for the German prize, you remember. You don't know him? A little Jew chap.” “No, I don't know him,” said Smart. “But you can certainly see him if you wish. Just come with me; I will get you in. But first I have got to see that this way is kept clear for the Highlanders.” “Oh, let's wait to see them come up,” said Ethel. “Well, then, stand here,” said Frank. “There may be a crush, but if you don't mind that we will follow right after them. Here they come. Great lads, aren't they?” “And they have their big feather bonnets on, too,” said Ethel. Down the street the Highlanders came in column of fours, the pipe band leading. “Aren't they gorgeous?” said Smart with generous praise for a rival battalion. “Chesty-looking devils, eh?” he added as they drew near. “You would think that Pipe Major owned at least half of Winnipeg.” “And the big drummer the other half,” added Ethel. “Look at his sticks. He's got a classy twirl, hasn't he?” Gorgeous they were, their white spats flashing in time with their step, their kilts swaying free over their tartan hose and naked knees, their white tunics gleaming through the dusk of the evening, and over all the tossing plumes of their great feather bonnets nodding rhythmically with their swinging stride. “Mighty glad we have not to fight those boys,” said Frank as the column swung past into the armoury. The crowd which on other occasions would have broken into enthusiastic cheers to-night stood in silence while the Highlanders in all their gorgeous splendour went past. That grave silence was characteristic of the Winnipeg crowds those first days of war. Later they found voice. “Now we can go in. Come right along,” said Smart. “Stand clear there, boys. You can't go in unless you have an order.” “We ar-r-e wantin' tae join,” said a Scotch voice.