to their seats, the A. D. C. S. removed his hat, which, according to
military regulations, he had worn to this moment. On all sides, heads
dropped in an attitude of reverence, and so continued until Barry had
drawn the last deep, vibrating note to a close.

When he had laid his violin in its case, the old American doctor came
forward, with his hand extended.

"Let me, as an American and a Christian, thank you, sir," he said.

One by one the group of Americans came to shake hands with him, the last
being Paula, who held his hand a moment and said softly:

"Thank you, Barry. I believe all that stuff now. I have learned it
here."

The last of all to come was the V. A. D. Shyly, with a smile radiant
through her tears, she offered her hand, saying: "Thank you! He would
have liked that, I know."

"Captain Dunbar, where's your own violin?" The abrupt tone of the A. D.
C. S. startled them all.

"At home, sir. I didn't think a chaplain would need one."

"Whose violin in this?" asked the A. D. C. S. in his brusque manner.

"I rather think this is mine," said one of the doctors.

"Will you sell it? I'll buy it from you, at any price you say. I want it
for him."

"You can't buy it, colonel," said the doctor. "It's his now. I never
knew it had all that heart stuff in it."

He took up the violin, and handed it to Barry. But Barry drew back in
astonishment. Then the old doctor came forward.

"No, Travis," he said, "we'll do better than that. What did your fiddle
cost?"

"A hundred and fifty dollars, I think."

"Travis, this company of Americans, representing their country here in
France, as a token of their sympathy with the allies and their sacred
cause, and of gratitude to you, sir," bowing to Barry, "will buy this
instrument and present it to this young man, on condition that he repeat
in similar circumstances the service he has rendered this afternoon. Am
I right?" he asked, looking about him.

"You bet you are! Right you are!" said the doctors.

"Oh, doctor, you are a dear old thing!" exclaimed Paula.

Barry stood holding the instrument in his hand, unable to find his
voice. The A. D. C. S. came to his aid.

"In the name of my chaplain, and in the name of thousands of Canadian
soldiers to whom I promise you he will bring the blessing that he has
brought us this afternoon, I thank you for this very beautiful and very
characteristic American act."

"Well," said the old doctor, "I don't know how you folks