too," said Ethel. "Oh, they are
fine! Oh, Helen, whom do you think we saw in the Ninetieth? You will
never guess--Heinrich Kellerman."

"Good Lord! That greasy little Sheeney?" exclaimed Rushbrooke.

"Look out, Lloyd. He's Jane's friend," said Ethel.

Lloyd laughed uproariously at the joke. "And you say the little Yid was
in the Ninetieth? Well, what is the Ninetieth coming to?"

"Lloyd, you mustn't say a word against Mr. Kellerman," said Jane. "I
think he is a real man."

"Oh, come, Jane. That little Hebrew Shyster? Why, he does not wash more
than once a year!"

"I don't care if he never washes at all. I won't have you speak of him
that way," said Jane. "I mean it. He is a friend of mine."

"And of mine, too," said Ethel, "since to-night. Why, he gave me thrills
up in the armoury as he told us why he joined up."

"One ten per, eh?" said Lloyd.

"Shall I tell him?" said Ethel.

"No, you will not," said Jane decidedly. "Lloyd would not understand."

"Oh, I say, Jane, don't spike a fellow like that. I am just joking."

"I won't have you joke in that way about Mr. Kellerman, at least, not
to me." Few of her college mates had ever seen Jane angry. They all
considered her the personification of even-tempered serenity.

"If you take it that way, of course I apologise," said Lloyd.

"Now listen to me, Lloyd," said Jane. "I am going to tell you why he
joined up." And in tones thrilling with the intensity of her emotion and
finally breaking, she recounted Kellerman's story. "And that is why he
is going to the war, and I am proud of him," she added.

"Splendid!" cried Helen Brookes. "You are in the Ninetieth, too, Lloyd,
aren't you?"

"Yes," said Lloyd. "At least, I was. I have not gone much lately. I have
not had time for the military stuff, so I canned it."

"And we saw Pat Scallons and Ted Tuttle in the Ninetieth, too, and
Ramsay Dunn--oh, he did look fine in his uniform--and Frank Smart--he is
going if he can," said Ethel. "I wonder what his mother will do. He is
the only son, you know."

"Well, if you ask me, I think that is rot. It is not right for Smart.
There are lots of fellows who can go," said Lloyd in quite an angry
tone. "Why, they say they have nearly got the twenty-five thousand
already."

"My, I would like to be in the first twenty-five thousand if I were a
man," said Ethel. "There is something fine in that. Wouldn't you, Jane?"

"I am not a man," said Jane shortly.

"Why the first twent