ine. He told of Barry's long day at the
casualty clearing station, and of his service to the wounded, and of how
good the divisional commander had been to him that night.

"It was there he got your letter, Phyllis."

"Oh, he got my letter. I'm so glad," whispered the girl, with a quick
breath and a sudden flushing of her pale cheeks. "He knew! He knew!"

"I have his letter in reply here," said Captain Neil, handing it to her.

She took it in both her hands, kissed it tenderly, as if caressing a
child, and put it in her bosom.

"Please go on," she said, and Captain Neil took up his tale again. He
told how the major tried to persuade him not to go out after the wounded
that night.

"But, of course, he would go," the girl said with a proud little smile,
at which Captain Neil's self-control quite gave way, and he could only
look at her piteously through his tears.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," she said gently. "Can't you go on? I want to hear so
much every bit, but if you can't--"

At which, Captain Neil gripped himself hard and went on, "and so he went
out, and they searched the trench from end to end. They found one poor
chap, whose leg was badly smashed--"

"Oh, I'm so glad they found him," whispered Phyllis.

"Then Sergeant Matthews got his wound, and the shells began to fall.
They took refuge in a shell hole, and there, while covering Fatty
Matthews from the breaking shrapnel, Barry got his wound."

Captain Neil was forced to pause again in the recital of his story.
After a few minutes, he told of how they carried him to his grave, and
laid him in the cemetery outside the city of Albert.

"The boys were all there. There were not many of them left," he said.

"How many?" she asked.

"Seventy only, out of five hundred and four who went over the parapet
two nights before."

"Ah, poor, gallant boys! I love them, I love them all!" said the girl,
clasping her hands together.

"They were all terribly broken up as they stood about the grave, and no
wonder! No wonder! Then the divisional commander made a little speech,
and then our own major gave them Barry's last message."

"Tell me," said the girl gently, as Captain Neil paused.

"It was this," said Captain Neil. "'Tell the boys that God is good, and
when they are afraid, to trust Him, and "carry on."'"

"That was like him," she said. "That was like Barry! Oh, Paula," she
cried, turning to her friend. "I'm so happy! It was a beautiful closing
to a beautiful life