hing!"

This only increased the After-Clap's indignation, and he bawled louder
than ever:

"I see Mr. Broussard kiss 'Nita! I see him kiss my 'Nita."

"Yes, I kissed Anita," responded Broussard, recovering his native
impudence, "but she is my Anita and not your Anita any longer."

This produced another attack on Broussard's shins by the After-Clap.

"I think," said Mrs. Fortescue demurely, "Kettle had better take the
After-Clap home."

"So do I," said Broussard, "he has been very much in my way ever since
he began yelling."

The Colonel and the chaplain began to make conversation, as Kettle
carried the After-Clap off, still proclaiming he had seen Broussard
kiss Anita. The two soldiers grinned silently at each other. The
whole party started off to the C. O.'s house, Mrs. Fortescue walking
between the Colonel and the chaplain, while Broussard and Anita brought
up the rear.

When they reached the house, Colonel Fortescue went straight to his
office. Mrs. Fortescue and the chaplain made little jokes on the
lovers, but the Colonel had looked as solemn as the grave. The hour
had come when his little Anita was no longer his.

"Come," said Broussard to Anita, "let us face the battery now."

Hand in hand they entered Colonel Fortescue's office. The Colonel
behaved better than anybody expected. When he had given his formal
consent, Anita slipped behind his chair and said to him softly:

"Daddy, I made up my mind when I was a little girl, a long time ago,
that I would never marry any man that was not as good as you, my
darling daddy!"

Fond fathers are generally won by these tender pleas. Broussard turned
his head away as the Colonel drew his daughter to him; the passion of
father-love was too sacred even for the eyes of a lover. On the way
out they met Sergeant McGillicuddy, who tried to look unconscious.

"Congratulate me!" cried Broussard.

"I do, sir," replied the Sergeant, solemnly, "and if I may make bold to
say it, the Colonel will make a father-in-law-and-a-half, sir."

This was enigmatic, but Broussard was too happy then to study enigmas.

That night, when the Colonel, limping a little, entered the ballroom he
leaned upon Beverley's strong young arm, while on the other side was
Mrs. Fortescue, always particularly radiant in evening dress.
Broussard and Anita walked behind them. The news, as rashly announced
by the After-Clap, that Mr. Broussard had kissed Anita, had spread like
wildfire thro