ed high over their heads. It was the Governor's
first review in New York and the first time he and Mr. Whitman had
got together since Inauguration Day. They were of different
parties, but they were united in greeting Colonel Bill and his
Babies.

"From the stand, from the Knickerbocker Club across the street,
from the nearby residences and from the curbing sounded shouts of
individual greetings for the commander and his staff. But these
were quickly drowned as a roar went up for Lieutenant Europe's
band, with its commander at the head--not swinging a baton like a
common ordinary drum-major, but walking along with the uniform and
side-arms of an officer.

"'The Salute to the 85th,' which they learned from their comrade
regiment of the French Army of General Gouraud, was what they were
playing, a stirring thing full of bugle calls and drum rolls, which
Europe says is the best march he ever heard.

"So swiftly did the platoons sweep by that it took a quick eye to
recognize a brother or a son or a lover or a husband; but the eyes
in the stand were quick, and there were shouts of 'Oh, Bill!' 'Hey,
boy, here's your mammy!' 'Oliver, look at your baby!' (It wasn't
learned whether this referred to a feminine person or one of those
posthumous children Colonel Hayward spoke about.) 'Hallelujah, Sam!
There you are, back home again!'

"Half way down the ranks of the 2,992 paraders appeared the
colors, and all hats came off with double reverence, for the Stars
and Stripes and the blue regimental standard that two husky ebony
lads held proudly aloft had been carried from here to France, from
France to Germany and back again, and each bore the bronze token
with its green and red ribbon that is called the Croix de Guerre.
Keen eyes could see these little medals swinging from the silk of
the flags, high toward the top of the poles.

"At the end of the lines which filled the avenue came a single
automobile, first, with a round-faced smiling white officer sitting
in it and gazing happily from side to side. This was Major
Lorillard Spencer, who was so badly wounded that he came back in
advance of the outfit some weeks ago. There was a special racket of
cheers for him, and then another for Major David L. 'Esperance,
also wounded and riding.

"Then