ttles tells him that not yet has he earned eternal
peace."

As for the war itself, it had placed the nation high among the seats of
the Mighty. It had increased our national pride, through unity, a
thousand fold. It would show to the world and to ourselves that the
heroic mould in which the sires of the nation were cast is still casting
the sons of to-day; that we need not fear degeneracy nor dissolution for
another hundred years--smiling as he said this, as though the dreams of
Greece and Rome were to become realities here. It had put to rest for a
time the troublous social problems of the day; it had brought together
every social element in our national life--coal-heaver and millionaire,
student and cowboy, plain man and gentleman, regular and volunteer--had
brought them face to face and taught each for the other tolerance,
understanding, sympathy, high regard; and had wheeled all into a solid
front against a common foe. It had thus not only brought shoulder to
shoulder the brothers of the North and South, but those brothers
shoulder to shoulder with our brothers across the sea. In the interest
of humanity, it had freed twelve million people of an alien race and
another land, and it had given us a better hope for the alien race in
our own.

And who knew but that, up where France's great statue stood at the
wide-thrown portals of the Great City of the land, it had not given to
the mighty torch that nightly streams the light of Liberty across the
waters from the New World to the Old--who knew that it had not given to
that light a steady, ever-onward-reaching glow that some day should
illumine the earth?

* * * * *

The Cuban fever does not loosen its clutch easily.

Crittenden went to bed that day and lay there delirious and in serious
danger for more than a fortnight. But at the end a reward came for all
the ills of his past and all that could ever come.

His long fight was over, and that afternoon he lay by his window, which
was open to the rich, autumn sunlight that sifted through the woods and
over the pasture till it lay in golden sheens across the fence and the
yard and rested on his window-sill, rich enough almost to grasp with his
hand, should he reach out for it. There was a little colour in his
face--he had eaten one good meal that day, and his long fight with the
fever was won. He did not know that in his delirium he had spoken of
Judith--Judith--Judith--and this day and