ke their farewells. Nickell-Wheelerson
went home to find that his older brother slept in a lowly grave
somewhere in France. His father, dead of his wounds, lay in the castle
hall, and the boy Nick answered wearily when sorrowing footmen called
him "My Lord."

_But that is really the beginning of the other story_.

Zaidos hurried on his way alone, and one bright morning, after many
adventures, stood once more in Saloniki.

A porter came up to him, and at the same moment a man in the livery of
his father's house approached and saluted him. "Your father urges you
to hasten, Excellency," he said.

"Is my father very ill?" asked Zaidos.

"Very ill indeed, sir," said the man.

They started through the station and as they left the building a man
approached. He spoke to Zaidos, but the boy, having spent years of his
life in America, failed to catch the rapidly spoken words.

He turned to the house-servant, who stood with bulging eyes.

"What does he say?" he asked.

The man was speaking violently, then beseechingly, to the stranger, who
was in uniform.

"What is it?" again demanded Zaidos. He began to get the run of the
conversation, but as he made it out, it was too preposterous to
consider. The officer laid a hand on his shoulder and shook his head.

"You will _have_ to come," he said. "YOU ARE WANTED FOR THE ARMY."

"But my father?" said Zaidos, alarmed.

The man shrugged his shoulders. "He will die the same whether you come
or not. Come!"

A grim look came into the boy's face. It alarmed the servant.

"Go, go, master," he begged. "You do not know. They take everyone.
What is to be must be. Go, I entreat you, without violence. I do not
want to go and tell your father that I have seen you slain before my
eyes. I will tell him you are here, and that you will come later." He
drew back and bowed to the officer, who kept a hand on Zaidos' shoulder.

"Yes, tell him I will come soon," said Zaidos. "Go to him quickly."

The man turned and hurried away.

"Give up all thought of going," said the officer. "It is a pity--one
owes a great duty to one's father; but we need you now. And the need
of country comes first."

"But Greece is not in the war!" said Zaidos as they hurried along the
street.

"No, not yet; but there are places enough to guard, so we need more men
than we dreamed. But I talk too much. Here is the headquarters. Let
me advise you not to bother the Colonel with demands to vi