A March of Heroes

MORIS was blind. The folk
| who loved her knew that the
grey eyes would some day
see as well as ever they had
done. But, for the present,
she must live in darkness, and, since learned
surgeons mostly dwell in London, she was
an exile from her garden by the sea, and
waited in a strange house in London until
her sight should be given back to her.
She and the Visitor had changed places,
for it was now his part to play the
guide, and this he did as one having a
task set him whose performance is a
joy.

The child had, fortunately, a passion for