you two are married. I am not young," she went
on, "and perhaps I do not think enough of sentiment. But it shall never
be said of me that I parted two loving hearts, one of which may, before
the snow flies, be still and pulseless in a foreign grave."

She then, still with that new air of melancholy majesty, led me to the
barn, leaving him staring.

It was there, by means of a key hanging round her neck, that Letitia
Carberry, great hearted woman and patriot that she is, bared her inner
heart to me. In the barn was a large and handsome ambulance, with large
red crosses on side and top, which she had offered to the government if
she might drive it herself. But the government which she was even then
so heroically serving had refused her permission, and Tish had buried
her disappointment in the bucolic solitude of her farm.

Such, in brief, was Tish's tragic secret.

"I shall take it in to the city tonight, Lizzie," she said heavily. "And
tomorrow I shall present it to the Red Cross. Some other hand than mine
will steer it through shot and shell, and ultimately into Berlin. It has
everything. There's a soup compartment and--well," she finished, "it is
doing its work even tonight. Get in."

We found Aggie on the porch, having with her usual delicacy of feeling
left the lovers alone inside. When she saw the Ambulance, however, she
fell to sneezing violently, crying out between paroxysms that if Tish
was going to the war, she was also. But Tish hushed her sternly.

There was a good engine in the Ambulance. Tish said she had ordered a
fast one, because it was often necessary to run between shells, as it
were. She then shoved on the gas as far as it would go, and we were off.
After a time, finding it impossible to sit on the folding seats inside,
we all sat on the floor, and I believe Mr. Culver held Myrtle's hand all
of the way.

He said little, beyond observing once that he felt a trifle queer about
leaving the policeman, who had been on duty when he picked him up at
the Court House, and who was now lost some forty-five miles from home,
in a strange land.

I am glad, in this public manner, to correct the report that on the
evening of June fifth a German Zeppelin made a raid over our country,
and that the wounded were hurried to the city in a Red Cross Ambulance,
traveling at break-neck speed.

At nine o'clock Mr. Culver was registered at Engine House number eleven,
fourteenth ward, third precinct.

At nine-fifteen