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"What do you mean, Walter?" she
England wants every man," he
answered. "You know my father's
ecord, Agnes. It would be expected
"But when are you going?" asked
the girl, stricken almost speechless
by the thought.
"Tomorrow," he answered.
That was all, but it was a fortunate
thing that there had never been any
lovemaking between them. Agnes felt
that she had no excuserfor tears
except in her own room; for re
proaches&except perhaps dim feel
ings that' h& had wronged herv
She had loved him and had awaited
the time when-he would be able to de
clare bis love. She thought he had
gone into the bank instead of to col
lege so as to bring that time nearer.
Perhaps he had. Walter Mainwaring
did not wear his. heart upon his
sleeve, however, and nobody knew.
The next house he came to was
that of he bank manager. The pres
ident, Agnes' father, was away on a
business trip. Walter had not been
able to catch Mr. White at the bank.
So he took the most direct route; he
went to his house.
"I am going to give up my posi
tion, sir," he said. "I. am-going to
England to enlist."
"Good lord!" said Mr. White, star
ing at the young fellow. He did not
know what to say.
"I suppose it is because of your fa
ther, Walter? " he asked.
"Yes, sir," answered Walter.
"You don't think you are doing
wrong?" asked the manager. "Your
future well, your mother she Is all
alone, you know."
"I don't think my father would
have wished anything else, sir," said
Walter, and Mr. White said nothing
Privately, of course, he thought
him a fool and he would not have
hesitated to sayvso to most young
men, but Walter always won respect,
even where he did not gain sympathy.
He went straight home and his i
mother xwas- waiting, for him at the
door, as she always did. Walter
"Well, it's come, mother," said the
boy, nerving himself for the ordeal.
"Yes, Walter," answered his moth-
er. "War is a dreadful thing but
sometimes it is necessary. And this-
seems necessary. England could not
have done anything else." J
"No," answered the boy. When his
mother yielded so readily he knew
thatjshe-had stronger dissuasive ar-
"I want to show you something,7
my dear," she continued, and, lead-4
Ing the way into the living room she
began rummaging among a heap of I
papers in a desk. At last she brought
out what she had been looking for
and, smiling at her son, sat down be
side him at the table.
"You knew we were not rich
enough for you to go to college when
you wished it, Walter?" she asked.
"I suspected so, mother," answered
the boy. -
"I have never told you how our'
affairs stand. Your father was a dis-11
ciplinarian; he wanted you to be un
der me until you were twenty-one;1
then you were to become master of1
the house. He left $12,000. His in-i
structions were that, if I decided to
return to America, you were to re
ceive the best education that our
means allowed. He-had planned a
college course for you, but living
costs twice as much as in his day1
and the money would not cover it."
"We have lived on our capital,
mother?" asked Walter, wonderingly.'
"Yes, my dear. Your father's idea
was that the capital would last four
years after you had left college. Then
you were to begin supporting me.
Later, perhaps, you would be able!
to marry. That part was left indef-'
inite. He wanted to do his duty to-
ward you to the full; to give you every
opportunity, so that you should be
able to support me in comfort after-5