my Louise, but somebody different.

Nothing would be tho cene; it couldn't be. And I like everything the way it is. No more talk now, darling..." "May I not whisper to you?" "Whisper, darling...but don't talk.

He marched briskly along, holding the new gun rigidly on his arm. He heard the cheers, and saw the people leaning out of sindows, waving. He tried to glance from left to right, without moving his head, hoping that he would catch a brief glimpse of her in the crowd, but he saw nothing but strange faces around him. The military band played lustily a fow yerds ahead. When

it burst into "Over There," the crowd went mad, laughing, waving banners, and singing the words to the song loudly, as a tribute to the marching men. fut through it all, the mothers kept on weeping, and the old mon stood by, grim-faced, staring at the lines of khakiclad men, without seeing them.

"Don't kiss me like that now, Lou; Mame might come in. Where were you all afternoon? And what are you so excited about, anyway? You left me alone for three whole hours today."

"I'm sorry, Gerry, but I had some business to attond to." "Business? What sort of business?"

"Well, I went to see an old friend of Papa's, here in the city. He's giving me a chance to work for him on his newspaper when he returns to New York in the fall. I didn't tell you beforehand, in order to surprise you. Gerry darling, I'm going to work on a newspaper!

New York City!"

"Work? You moan a job...? Like a mar?"

"Yes, Darling."

"Doing what, Lou?"

In

"Well, I'm going to do simple office work at first, but

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