THE sun was lifting above the
treetops when,

                               I sat erect,
one hand on the hilt of my sabre, the other in
the mane of my horse, knowing full well I was
the most hideous looking creature in the world.

Thought I'd never stop goin' down.
like a lightning, and bang! bang! bang!



"My poor boy!" said she, in English and in
a sympathetic tone, as she bent over me.


In June you were a boy, in August
-- voila!  It is a man!  Perhaps you are perpar-
ing for the ministry."


      It is heaven, Louise!  And to see a
man like that and not be permitted to -- to speak
to him!  Think of it!  A young and handsome
man -- the first I have seen for a year!  Hon-
estly I could poison the colonel."