ending that we give our own men, and seek in every way to
allay their pain and bring them help and comfort?"

"Yes, truly; war is full of strange paradoxes," answered Julian
thoughtfully. "Sometimes I think that war, like all other ills,
comes to us as a part of the curse which sin has brought into the
world. We cannot get away from it yet. There be times when it is
right to fight--when to sit with folded hands would be a grievous
and a cowardly action on the part of a nation. Yet we know that it
is God's will that we should love our brethren, and we know that He
loves all. So when we see them helpless and suffering, we know that
we are right to tend and care for them, and that to do otherwise
would be a sin in His sight. And we know, too, that the day will
come when wars will cease, when Christ will come and take the power
and rule, and when we shall see Him in His glory, and the kingdoms
of this world will become the kingdom of our God and of His
Christ."

Deep silence fell upon them both, and then Wolfe spoke gently.

"That would, indeed, be a glorious day! though I, a soldier trained
to arms, say it. But I fear me I shall never live to see it."

Julian was silent awhile, and then said slowly:

"We cannot tell. Of that day and hour knoweth no man. All we know
is that it will come, and will come suddenly. I have lived amongst
those who looked to see it from day to day. They had been waiting
and watching for the Lord's coming through hard upon a century,
they and their fathers before them. The hope was beginning to fade
and die out. Priests had come amongst them who bid them think of
other things, and look no farther than the sacrifice of the Mass,
daily offered before their eyes. And yet I used to feel that the
other was the fuller, more glorious hope. I think I shall cherish
it always."

"I would were I you," answered Wolfe in a low voice. "I think it is
that which has made you different from other men. I think that if I
were to be dying, Julian, I should like to hold your hand in mine
and feel that you were near."

Then the two friends pressed each other by the hand, and walked
back to the camp. As Julian had said, there were many French
prisoners there, brought in from time to time after skirmishes.
They were treated exactly the same as the English wounded, and
Wolfe made a point of visiting them daily, talking to them in their
own tongue, and promising them a speedy exchange when any
negotiation should b