his company
that you think we are going too far?"

"Really, Doctor," said the young man, blushing, "really, I think you
exaggerate my importance. It wouldn't do any good. Perhaps I have said
a little more to you than I really meant. This champagne has gone to my
head a little."

"Just repeat what you said to us. I will get the attention of the
table."

"No, Doctor, for God's sake don't!" cried the lieutenant, laying his
right hand on the missionary's arm while he toyed with his cross with
the other. "To tell you the truth, I haven't the courage to say it.
They would think I was crazy. I would be put in Coventry. I have no
business to make suggestions when a general's present."

Mr. Parker sighed and did not return to the subject.

After dinner Sam was introduced to Canon Gleed, another missionary, who
seemed to be on very good terms with himself, and stood rubbing his
hands with a benignant smile.

"These are great days, Colonel Jinks," he said. "Great days, indeed,
for foreign missions. What would St. John have said on the island of
Patmos if he could have cabled for half-a-dozen armies and
half-a-dozen fleets, and got them too? He would have made short work of
his jailers. As he looks down upon us to-night, how his soul must
rejoice! The Master told us to go into all nations, and we are going to
go if it takes a million troops to send us and keep us there. You are
going on to the Capital to-morrow? You will meet a true saint of the
Lord there, your own fellow countryman, the Rev. Dr. Amen. He is a true
member of the Church Militant. Give him my regards when you see him."

"I see there is another clergyman here," said Sam, looking at Mr.
Parker.

"Yes, and I must say I am surprised to see him. Let me warn you,
Colonel. He is, I fear, altogether heterodox. I don't know what kind of
Christianity he teaches, but he has actually kept on good terms with
the Porsslanese near his mission throughout all these events. He is
disloyal to our flag, there can be no question of it, and he openly
criticizes the actions of our governments. He should not be received in
society. He ought to be sent home--but, hist! some one is going to
sing."

It was the young lieutenant who had seated himself at the piano and was
clearing his throat as he ran his hands over the keys. Then he began to
sing in a rather feeble voice:

"Let the Frenchy sip his cognac in his caffy,
Let the Cossa