raged sea, and the last war Zeppelin settles to
earth. On that day, a curtain must fall over this terrible middle-act
in modern history, to rise again on new and nobler things.

The group on the terrace, enjoying the warm afternoon sun, often kept
the mournful silence of those who have known all war's horrors, yet
they were filled with deepest thankfulness that they were spared to
each other.

The old Earl followed Tony in his invalid chair with adoring eyes.
Every day, a dozen women, ladies of high degree, assembled and sewed or
knit for the soldiers. The great county houses on either side were
given over as convalescent homes. Fairs, bazaars, teas, meetings
filled the days. England gave all her time and strength for the
soldiers.

When Zaidos found a chance to read the doctor's letter to Helen she was
so pleased with it that she insisted on taking it and reading it to a
number of the committees that seemed to be meeting from morning until
night. The letter gave a clear view of the needs of the Red Cross, and
told so well of the good it was doing. And to his horror, Zaidos was
invited to address three separate organizations. Helen refused for him
after he had threatened to run away by night and walk to London.

Nick evidently had trouble with the Allies or the Germans, because he
did not come down, and sent no word.

It came time for Zaidos to leave. The last night he was there he wrote
a bunch of letters. The first was addressed to school, and commenced:

Fellows:

Well, after all, I'm coming back. Such a lot of things have happened
that there is no use writing about them at all. I'll tell you all that
it's good for you to hear when I see you. Only there's no reason for
me to stay here now as there is now no one in this country belonging to
me. My only relative, a cousin about my age, was shot and killed. And
I got nipped a little. So they don't want me any more, and I'm coming
back on the next steamer. If you can get it, I want my old room.

I'm visiting some fine people here in the country. Met 'em on the
battlefield. At least I met two of them there. I saw Nick in London,
but he's in France now. You know he's an Earl; but it doesn't seem to
worry him. He stepped all over me just the same as ever, and was just
as sorry. He wears a uniform, of course, so I don't know if his
neckties are as bad as ever they used to be.

It's going to be good to see you. I guess after all I have told yo