hievement. She had been a laggard--he
thanked God that he had not been a party to that delay. But when she
had come in, she had come in with all her might and main. And her
young men had fought and the future of the whole world had been in
their hands, and since peace had come the future of the world must
still be reckoned in the terms of their glorious youth.

And now, something within Randy began to sing and soar. He felt that
here were things to be put on paper--the questions which he flung at
himself should be written for other men to read. That was what men
needed--questions. Questions which demanded answers not only in words
but in deeds. This was a moment for men of high thoughts and high
purposes.

And he was selling cars----!

Well, some day he would write. He was writing a little now, at night.
In his room at the top of the Schoolhouse. Yet the things that he had
written seemed trivial as he thought of them. What he wanted was to
strike a ringing note. To have the fellows say when they read it, "If
it is true for him it is true for me."

Yet when one came to think of it, there were really not any "fellows."
Not in the sense that it had been "over there." They were scattered to
the four winds, dispersed to the seven seas--the A. E. F. was
extinct--as extinct--as the Trumpeter Swan!

And now his thoughts ran fast, and faster. Here was his theme. Where
was that glorious company of young men who had once sounded their
trumpets to the world? Gone, as the swans were gone--leaving the
memory of their whiteness--leaving the memory of their beauty--leaving
the memory of their--song----

He wanted to turn back at once. To drive Little Sister at breakneck
speed towards pen and paper. But some instinct drove him doggedly
towards the matter on hand. One might write masterpieces, but there
were cars to be sold.

He sold one----; quite strangely and unexpectedly he found that the
transaction was not difficult. The man whom he had come to see was on
the front porch and was glad of company. Randy explained his errand.
"It is new business for me. But I've got something to offer you that
you'll find you'll want----"

He found that he could say many things truthful about the merits of
Little Sister. He had a convincing manner; the young farmer listened.

"Let me take you for a ride," Randy offered, and away they went along
the country roads, and through the main streets of the town in less
time t