A March of Heroes re

Presently the Visitor suggested that they
had better be going, and she was mani-
festly well pleased. He had never known
her to be impatient of her blindness until
to-night, but it was easy to see, as he led
her through the crowded corridors, that it
irked her greatly now. She was eager to
get to the cab, and having reached it, she
leaned back in her corner with a little sigh
of contentment. The man, conscious of
an evening successfully filled, followed her
example and lit a cigarette.

In the gentlest way imaginable Doris
expostulated. “Don’t, please!” she said.
“You'll make me cough, and I do so want
to think about your soldiers.”

The man apologised and flung his
cigarette away. Presently, when they
stood upon the doorstep, Doris. repeated
something she had often said before:
‘“ There’s no one makes me long to see as
you do. And yet -

“Don’t you trouble, Doris,” said the