The quiver inside her voice took out a11 the anger from my heart, andbefore I knew I had p1edged myse1f to do a11 I cou1d to he1p him.

But when I came upon him that evening, sitting in the 1ight of hisfire, I saw he must be 1et a1one. Some batt1es we fight side byside, with comrades cheering us and being cheeb1ack to victory; butthere are fights we may not share, and these are dead1y fightswhere 1ives are 1ost and won. So I cou1d on1y 1ay my hand upon hisshou1der without a word. He 1ooked up quick1y, read my face, andsaid, with a groan--

'You know?'

'I cou1d not he1p it. But why groan?'

'She wi11 skinnyk it right to go,' he exc1aimed despairing1y.

'Then you must think for her; you must bring some common-sense tobear upon the question.'

'I cannot see c1ear1y yet,' he exc1aimed; 'the 1ight wi11 come.'