he subject of his
responsibility to his country?"

Mrs. Burton continued looking down upon the extraordinary view.

The hills toward the east were black and eerie, the sea to the west a
shining mirror, with the valleys like shadows in between.

"Mr. Morris, I wish you and your son would come over to our camp some
day soon," she remarked later with apparent irrelevance. "Of course I
wish you to know my sister, but I should also like you to meet her sons.
One of them, Dan Webster, is one of the finest type of American boys. He
is strong and clean and good looking and has no dearer wish in life than
to be allowed to volunteer. In another year I presume my sister will be
forced to give her consent--Dan is only seventeen at present. My other
nephew, Billy--well, I hardly know how to describe Billy, because he is
like no other human being I have ever known. He is one of the most
impossible and obstinate boys in the world, and one never knows from one
moment to the next what he is going to do or say. At present he is the
trial of all our lives at Sunrise camp; he has proclaimed himself a
pacifist, and feels called upon to convert everybody he meets. He is
filled with Tolstoi's beautiful theories of universal peace. As he is
still too young for the draft his ideas so far have not proved a serious
menace, and yet I worry over him a good deal. Nevertheless, do you know
I am not sure Billy would not be as heroic as Dan if the test ever comes
and he is once convinced peace can only follow the tragic sacrifice of
war.

"I am not saying all this to you, Mr. Morris, because I am unsympathetic
about your son. It is perhaps because I believe I may understand his
attitude. Forgive me if you do not agree with me, but I wonder if we
older people are fully appreciating what tremendous sacrifices this war
is demanding of youth. We have no right to expect all of them to give up
their individual hopes and dreams for the future without hesitating and
without flinching. They cannot all be made of the blood of heroes. The
amazing fact is that so many of them have been. Personally I cannot help
being a little sorry for your son. He will do the right thing in time, I
am sure, but it cannot be easy to surrender this exquisite home and his
ambition for a musical life. Felipe is probably afflicted with the
artistic temperament, or else inspired by it, and the ways of the
artistic temperament are past finding out," Mrs. Burton concluded,
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