with fear in their hearts but with determination in their souls to conquer it."

"This war has given us a new standard of heroism," Mrs. Stewart added feelingly. "We had been taught that when Leonidas and his little band of Spartans at Thermopylae cast themselves headlong on the thousands of Persian invaders it was the most sublime act of heroism in all history. But the Spartans knew the dangers they faced, and met death with an exhaltation which was adequate compensation . . . But what of that courage which faces a danger the presence of which is known but whose nature is an awesome mystery! That is what our boys did!"

III

Barry smoothed the earth around the last bush, and Mrs. Stewart turned back toward the house. As he straightened up he looked full into the girl's face and surprised there an expression she ever sought to conceal.

"Miss Lola!" he exclaimed impulsively, "please don't look like that. It's not right for me to be happy and contented when you are lookin' like a wounded doe."

"It's all right, Barry," Lola replied quickly, surprised at this first intrusion by her protegé into her personal affairs. "I can't seem to settle down since I came home."

Barry looked at her attentively. The girl saw his hesitation and she might have stopped him with a word, but somehow Barry's interest did not seem an intru

sion. She had given herself to him beyond any other experience in her life. He had accepted it always in the spirit in which it was offered; and during these months they could not fail to come to an instinctive understanding of each other's inmost feelings. She knew what he was going to say unless she checked him. She would have given worlds not to have it put into words, yet she stood there waiting for the undesired to happen.

Gaining courage by her silence Barry spoke.

"It's not that, Miss Lola, and we both know it isn't, ... but I'll tell you that it's all goin' to come out right."

"You don't understand, Barry," she faltered weakly, with difficulty holding back the tears.

"Yes, I do," he insisted; "and now it's my turn to tell you to buck up as you told me in the hospital." "I can't bear to lose this opportunity to make my service count!"

"You're not goin' to lose anythin', Miss Lola. Honest, you're not. You and I know that the Capt'n is one of the finest fellers that ever lived, and now he's just driftin', that's all. He'll get his feet on the ground pretty soon and everythin' will be better than ever. Now don't you worry. You be patient, just as you used to tell me, and I'll say everythin'll come out all right."

"I am worried about Mr. Richard," Lola admitted. "I have been afraid that he had become so discouraged that he would give up. I'm trying to hold him true to himself. It would be an awful pity if he gave up,

wouldn't it, Barry? You and I know how much men like Mr. Richard are needed."

"He won't quit, Miss Lola," Barry insisted. "You can tell that by his face. Men are just like animals. When I was huntin' big game I could tell just how any critter was goin' to behave as soon as I could get my eye on his face. Some of 'em were tricky and some of 'em hadn't any spunk. The rest of 'em might fight hard but they'd fight fair and never quit. The Capt'n's face is all right, Miss Lola. He may get terrible discouraged before he strikes his gait, but I'll say he'll never lie down."

"You're lucky, Barry, to be able to get away from your war-self," she told him, eager to turn the conversation. "You are the only one of the boys who have been over-seas who seems contented."

Barry sobered.

"If that's true, Miss Lola, it's you who has done it for me. That's why I'd like to be the one to make things right for you. Over there, we fellers got to look for things to be better than they were before. They are better for me, but with the other boys they're worse. I am luckier than the others. You see, I got in the habit of lookin' at things from the air, and somehow an areoplane view is mighty different from a ground view. The other fellers keep on lookin' for more and they're findin' less. That's what keeps 'em upset. I'm sure mighty grateful for what you've done for me, Miss Lola."

"You've done it for yourself," she protested, "and you're doing much for all of us in setting an example

of how we ought to think. We are looking for so much that we find less than there really is."

"I believe you're right," Barry assented eagerly, as if the idea had been Lola's own, "and even if you're wrong, that's a grand way to look at things. Some of 'em couldn't do that, Miss Lola, but you can, and I'd enjoy my contentment a whole lot better if you were happy too. Just thinkin' the way you said would help a lot, wouldn't it?"

"It would, Barry," she agreed without reserve; "and I will put your advice right into operation. From now on I'm going to take an air-plane view of everything! See she smiled happily . . . "I'm feeling more like myself already. I'll be ashamed to mope around any more while you are so cheerful. By believing that everything is all right, we can make it so. And Barry .. do you realize how much more you have gained than you have lost?"

The change in the line of thought was too abrupt for him to follow, and he showed his perplexity in his face.

"You lost a leg," she said significantly, . . "what have you gained?"

"Oh, that!" Barry laughed aloud. "Why, Miss Lola, I understand what you mean, . . . it might have been my eyes, so I couldn't see these flowers, or my nose, so I couldn't smell 'em . . . I understand. Shucks! What's an old leg compared with my findin' you?"

IV

As Lola returned to the house her mind centered on what her protegé had just said. Unconsciously he had uncovered a fundamental it is the ground view which limits the vision of the world to its own narrow, selfish horizon. Until the outlook can be from above, the development of peoples and of nations must stand still.