r this
contrast with the attentions that all the others were given.

At last all the papers and rolls seemed to be signed, and there was a
lull in the proceedings. Harry rose from his seat, as if to address the
meeting. Instantly all was silence and attention.

"Comrades," he said, in a firm, even voice, "I have come to say to you
that I feel that I made a mistake during our term of service, and I
want to apologize to you for my conduct then. More than this, I want
to redeem myself. I want to go with you again, and have another chance
to---"

He was interrupted by an enthusiastic shout from them all.

"Hurrah! Bully for Lieutenant Glen! Of couse we'll give you another
show. Come right along in your old place, and welcome."

There was but one dissenting voice. It was that of Jake Alspaugh:

"No, I'll be durned if we want ye along any more. We've no place for
sich fellers with us. We only want them as has sand in their craws."

But the protest was overslaughed by the multitude of assents. At the
first interval of silence Harry said:

"No, comrades, I'll not accept a commission again until I'm sure I can
do it credit. I'll enlist in the company on the same footing as the rest
of the boys, and share everything with you. Give the lieutenancy to our
gallant comrade Alspaugh, who has richly earned it."

The suggestion was accepted with more enthusiastic cheering, and Harry,
going up to the desk, filled out an enlistment blank, signed it and the
company roll, and retired with the surgeon for the physical examination.
This finished, he slipped out unnoticed and went to his home. On his way
thither he saw Rachel as she passed a brilliantly lighted show-window.
She was in traveling costume, and seemed to be going to the depot. She
turned her head slightly and bowed a formal recognition.

As their eyes met he saw enough to make him believe that what he had
done met her approval.

Chapter VII. Pomp and Circumstances of Glorious War.

But man, proud man,
Dressed in a little brief authority,
Most ignorant of what he's most assured,
* * * * * Plays such fantastic tricks before high
Heaven As make the angels weep, who, with our spleens, Would all
themselves laugh mortal.
--Measure for Measure

"Abe, you remember how that man who made the speech when our colors were
presented to us talked of 'the swelling hearts of our volunteers,'
don't you?" said Kent Edwar