ke to see," he at length replied,
touching his breast with his hand. "But perhaps we had better go
inside, as it is getting dark out here."

"When once within the cabin, Reynolds brought forth his two medals and
laid them upon the table. Eagerly Glen picked up one, and examined it
by the light of the shaded lamp.

"'For Distinguished Conduct on the Field,'" she read. "Oh, isn't it
great! I knew that you had done something wonderful," and she turned
her sparkling eyes to her lover's face. "What is the other one for,
daddy?" she asked, for her father was examining it intently.

"This is 'For Bravery on the Field,'" Weston read. "Allow me to
congratulate you, young man," and he grasped Reynolds by the hand. "I
am so thankful now that I did not submit such a man as you to the
Ordeal."

Reynolds smiled, although, he was considerably confused.

"You reserved it for this moment, I suppose," he replied. "This is
somewhat of an ordeal to me."

"Then, let me increase your agony," and Glen's eyes twinkled as she,
too, held out her hand.

Reynolds took her firm, brown hand in his, and held it tight. He found
it difficult to control himself. How he longed to stoop, clasp her in
his arms, and take his toll from those smiling lips. That would have
been the best congratulation of all. He merely bowed, however, and
remained silent. His heart was beating rapidly, and his bronzed face
was flushed.

"Suppose you tell us some of your experiences at the Front," Weston
suggested, divining the cause of the young man's confusion. "It has
not been my fortune to meet anyone who has come through what you have,
and I am sure Glen will enjoy it as well as myself."

Although somewhat loath to tell of his adventures, Reynolds could not
very well refuse such a request, so, seating himself, he simply related
the story of his service under arms. He said as little as possible
about his own part in the fray, and touched but lightly upon the scenes
wherein he had won his special decorations. Weston, sitting by his
side, listened as a man in a dream. At times a deep sigh escaped his
lips, for he himself had ardently longed to enlist, but had been
rejected owing to his age.

Not a word of the tale did Glen miss. With her arms upon the table,
and her hands supporting her cheeks, she kept her eyes fixed earnestly
upon her lover's face. Her bashfulness had departed, and she only saw
in the young man across the table her ideal type