t--without Jim. I don't know what we _shall_
do, I'm sure! All I know is, I feel as if it would kill me to turn round
and go home with our broken hearts."

"We've got new obligations right here, Jenny. You mustn't forget that,"
said Mr. Beckett. "Remember we've just adopted a daughter--and a son,
too. We must consult them about our movements."

"Oh, I hadn't forgotten!" the old lady cried. "They--they'll help us to
decide, of course. But just now I can't make myself feel as if one thing
was any better than another. If only we could think of something _Jim_
would have liked us to do! Something--patriotic--for France."

"Mary has seen Jim since we saw him, dear. Perhaps from talk they had
she'll have a suggestion to make."

"Oh no!" I cried. "I've no suggestion."

"And you, Brian?" the old man persisted.

Quickly I answered for my brother. "They never met! Brian couldn't know
what--Jim would have liked you to do."

"It's true, I can't know," said Brian. "But a thought has come into my
head. Shall I tell it to you?"

"Yes!" the Becketts answered in a breath. They gazed at him as if they
fancied him inspired by their son's spirit. No wonder, perhaps! Brian
_has_ an inspired look.

"Are you very rich?" he asked bluntly, as a child puts questions which
grown-ups veil.

"We're rich in money," answered the old man. "But I guess I never quite
realized till now, when we lost Jimmy, how poor you can be, when you're
only rich in what the world can give."

"I suppose you'll want to put up the finest monument for your son that
money can buy," Brian went on, as though he had wandered from his
subject. But I--knowing him, and his slow, dreamy way of getting to his
goal--knew that he was not astray. He was following some star which we
hadn't yet seen.

"We've had no time to think of a monument," said Mr. Beckett, with a
choke in his voice. "Of course we would wish it, if it could be done.
But Jim lies on German soil. We can't mark the place----"

"It doesn't much matter--to him--where his body lies," Brian went on.
"_He_ is not in German soil, or in No Man's Land. Wouldn't he like to
have a monument in _Everyman's Land_?"

"What do you mean?" breathed the little old lady. She realized now that
blind Brian wasn't speaking idly.

"Well, you see, France and Belgium together will be Everyman's Land
after the war, won't they?" Brian said.

"Every man who wants the world's true peace has fought in France and
Belgium, if h