out of her
mind; but it had been knocking ever since for admittance, and more than
once she had almost let it in. Suppose Dave should not enlist under
his right name? In such a case her chance of finding him was the mere
freak of accidental meeting; a chance not to be banked upon in a
country already swarming with its citizen soldiery. . . . And yet
there was nothing to do but keep on.

She had sought a park bench where groups of soldiers were continually
moving by. The lights shone on their faces, and her own tired eyes
followed them incessantly. Always her ear was alert for a voice that
should set her heart a-pounding, and more than once she had thought she
heard that, voice; more than a score of times she had thought she had
seen that figure with its stride of self-reliance, with strength
bulging in every muscle. And always it had been to learn that she had
been mistaken; always it had been to feel the heart sink just a little
lower than before. And still she kept on. There was nothing to do but
keep on.

Often she wondered how he would receive her. That cold look which had
frozen his features when she seized the revolver in his hand; would it
still sit there, too distant and detached to be even scornful? Would
she have it to break down; must she, with the fire of her own
affection, thaw out an entrance through his icy aloofness? What cost
of humiliation would be the price, and would even any price be
accepted? She could not know; she could only hope and pray and go on.

As she turned her eyes to follow a group of men in uniform she became
aware of a soldier sitting alone in the shadow a short distance away.
Some quality about him caught her attention; his face was not
discernible, and his figure was too much in the shadow to more than
suggest its outline, but she found herself regarding him with an
intentness that set her pulses racing. Some strange attraction raised
her from her seat; she took a step toward him, then steadied herself.
Should she dare risk it again? And yet there was something. . . . She
had a sudden plan. She would make no inquiry, no apology; she would
walk near by and call him by name. If that name meant nothing to him
he would not even notice her presence, but if it should be----

She was within three paces. Still she could discern nothing
definitely, but her pulses were raging more wildly than ever. They had
deceived her before; could it be that they were deceiving her ag