group. In each man out there there was something that would live on,
after he had shed that sweating, often dirty, always weary, sometimes
malformed shell that was the body. And then the thing that would count
would be not how he had lived but what he had done.

This war was a big thing. It was the biggest thing in all the history
of the world. There might be, perhaps, some special heaven for those who
had given themselves to it, some particular honorable advancement for
their souls. Already he saw Jackson as one apart, a man dedicated.

Then he knew that all his thinking was really centered about his boy. He
wanted Graham to go. But in giving him he was giving him to the chance
of death. Then he must hold to his belief in eternity. He must feel
that, or the thing would be unbearable. For the first time in his life
he gave conscious thought to Natalie's religious belief. She believed in
those things. She must. She sat devoutly through the long service; she
slipped, with a little rustle of soft silk, so easily to her knees.
Perhaps, if he went to her with that?

CHAPTER XXXII

For a week after Anna's escape Herman Klein had sat alone and brooded.
Entirely alone now, for following a stormy scene on his discovery of
Anna's disappearance, Katie had gone too.

"I don't know where she is," she had said, angrily, "and if I did know I
wouldn't tell you. If I was her I'd have the law on you. Don't you look
at that strap. You lay a hand on me and I'll kill you. If you think I'm
afraid of you, you can think again."

"She is my daughter, and not yet of age," Herman said heavily. "You tell
her for me that she comes back, or I go and bring her."

"Yah!" Katie jeered. "You try it! She's got marks on her that'll jail
you." And on his failure to reply her courage mounted. "This ain't
Germany, you know. They know how to treat women over here. And you ask
me"--her voice rose--"and I'll just say that there's queer comings and
goings here with that Rudolph. I've heard him say some things that'll
lock him up good and tight."

For all his rage, Teutonic caution warned him not to lay hands on the
girl. But his anger against her almost strangled him. Indeed, when she
came down stairs, dragging her heavy suitcase, he took a step or two
toward her, with his fists clenched. She stopped, terrified.

"You old bully!" she said, between white lips. "You touch me, and I'll
scream till I bring in every neighbor in the block. There's a g