nd Nancy might have been
together, living a life of happiness and making plans for a life of
usefulness. War was hell; still he had no doubt about his duty. The
God of War must be killed, and this menace to the peace of Europe must
be destroyed. It was a divine call, and he must fight to make war
impossible.

While he lay thinking of the letter, he saw coming towards him,
accompanied by the doctor, a tall, clean-shaven, handsome man, who was
evidently deeply interested in what he saw.

"Yes," Bob heard him say to the doctor, "this is the greatest crime in
history. Here we are, nearly two thousand years after the birth of our
Lord, engaged in the ghastliest war known in the history of the world.
The discoveries of science, instead of being devoted to the good of
mankind, have been devoted to the work of the devil. I, for years,
hoped to be one of the first inventors of a flying-machine; and now I
curse the day when the flying-machine was invented. We have conquered
the heavens, only to make hell."

The doctor laughed at the other's words: "Perhaps there's another side
to the question, Mr. Scarsfield," he said. "If you had seen what I
have seen here during the last few weeks, you would know that the war
has brought out many noble traits."

"Yes, yes, that may be so, and I have come all the way from the States
to see for myself. You see, we are a neutral country, and what I have
seen has made me determined to go back home and take a lecturing tour
right through America denouncing the crime of war."

"Here is Lieutenant Nancarrow," said the doctor, nodding to Bob's bed.

"Yes, I want to see him," said Mr. Hiram Scarsfield; "I read the
account of what he did in the papers, and I am mighty glad that the
authorities have allowed me to come here. I want to shake him by the
hand."

"Sir," he said, coming up to Bob, "whatever may be my views about war,
I admire brave men, and you risked your life to save another. When I
read it in the papers, tears came into my eyes, and when I heard that
you were here, I just made up my mind to see you, and what I want to
ask you, is this: You saved one man; how many have you killed?"

"I don't know," replied Bob.

"Many?"

"I hope so."

"Ah, that is the terror of the whole business! And when you get well
again, are you going back to the front?"

"I hope so," was Bob's reply.

"To kill more, I guess?"

"If it is in my power."

"Young man, don't you feel the hellis