THE TOWN.


would grant me a greater, since it is my desire
to serve our Lord and His blessed Mother."

 There have been many alterations in the
convent building during these years of soldier


life, but the spell of the past is on it still. The
echo of a chant, the hint of incense, the mur-
mur of a prayer for that bitter world of which
the petitioners knew so little, have a reality
of their own, although the outer ear catches
only the clatter of firearms and the careless
laughter of jolly fellows in the guard-room.
 How those white souls who prayed in the