idal wave, and Charleston after the earthquake, piled up
their accounts of those scenes of suffering, some of them even greater
than the horrors of war, so that Lloyd dreamed of fires and floods that
night. But the horror of the scenes was less, because a baby voice
called cheerfully through them, "Here, daddy, give these to the poor
little boys that are cold and homesick;" and a great St. Bernard, with a
Red Cross on his back, ran around distributing mittens and tin
soldiers.

CHAPTER V

IN AFTER YEARS

Time flies fast under the Locusts. The sixteen years which have passed
since Hero followed his little mistress home have brought many changes.
He is only a tender memory now. A square, white stone stands on the lawn
where "taps" were sounded over him one September day, long ago. But the
sight of it no longer brings pain to the Little Colonel. With the sweet
ambition in her heart to make life happier for every one she touches,
she has grown up into a veritable Princess Winsome.

In a home of her own now, to her own little son, she sometimes tells
the story that is set down here. He is too young yet, to be told the
chapters which have been added since to that amazing history of
sacrifice and service. And she cannot say now as the old Major said
then--"Wherever the Red Cross goes is safety for the wounded soldiers.
No nurse, surgeon or ambulance bearing that sign can be fired upon."
That part is no longer true, although the day is coming soon when we
shall make it true for all time.

She cannot tell him that the very nation which was first and foremost in
training such dogs as Hero in service for mankind has violated its
treaties and filled the world with horrors and suffering unspeakable.
His trusting baby heart could not understand such treachery. But young
as he is he knows what that red and white symbol means.

Because "daddy" wore one on his arm when he marched away with the other
soldiers, he must have one on the sleeve of his little blue rompers.
Because "deah muvva" wears one on the veil which binds her forehead,
when she comes back from the unit where she has spent long hours away
from him, he associates it with all that is loveliest to him--her lovely
face, her arms that are his peace and comfort and safety, her lips that
kiss away all his hurts and make them well.

Long before he is old enough to hear the terrible war-part of the story,
War shall be at an end, please God, and the Red Cross shall