might have come up if they had been intimate
friends earlier. In fact, that, too, seemed practically to have been an
impossibility. How had the war torn away the veil from foolish laws of
social rank and station! Never again could she submit to much of the
system that had been the foundation of her life so far. Somehow she must
find a way to tear her spirit free from things that were not real. The
thought of the social activities that would face her at home under the
guise of patriotism turned her soul sick with loathing. When she went
back home after he was gone she would find a way to do something real in
the world that would make for righteousness and peace somehow. Knitting
and dancing with lonesome soldiers did not satisfy her.

That was a wonderful day and they made the most of every hour, realizing
that it would probably be the last day they had together for many a long
month or year.

In the morning they stepped into the great auditorium and attended a
Y.M.C.A. service for an hour, but their hearts were so full, and they all
felt so keenly that this day was to be the real farewell, and they could
not spare a moment of it, that presently they slipped away to the quiet
of the woods once more, for it was hard to listen to the music and keep
the tears back. Mrs. Cameron especially found it impossible to keep her
composure.

Sunday afternoon she went into the Hostess' House to lie down in the rest
room for a few minutes, and sent the two young people off for a walk by
themselves.

Cameron took Ruth to the log in the woods and showed her his little
Testament and the covenant he had signed. Then they opened their hearts
together about the eternal things of life; shyly, at first, and then with
the assurance that sympathy brings. Cameron told her that he was trying
to find God, and Ruth told him about their experiences the night before.
She also shyly promised that she would pray for him, although she had
seldom until lately done very much real praying for herself.

It was a beautiful hour wherein they travelled miles in their friendship;
an hour in which their souls came close while they sat on the log under
the trees with long silences in the intervals of their talk.

It was whispered at the barracks that evening at five when Cameron went
back for "Retreat" that this was the last night. They would move in the
morning surely, perhaps before. He hurried back to the Hostess' House
where he had left his guests to or