r path. And last they
rested on Tony. Zaidos caught the look, and it made him feel that he
would do most anything to have anyone look at him like that. It was a
look that a fellow could never bear unless he had lived a clean and
honest life. Zaidos, seeing this wonderful look that was meant for
Tony alone, glanced quickly away and somehow it was he, down in his
innermost heart, who longed for a shoulder to cry on!

In a few short minutes the little ceremony was over, and a musical
genius played the wedding march on a mouth-organ so you'd know it
anywhere. He followed that with _God Save the King_, and _Tipperary_,
while Helen, looking more like an angel every minute, walked slowly
down the aisle, shaking hands with the men. She came at last to one
whose arms were both gone. Without a moment's hesitation she stooped
and pressed a kiss on the upturned brow. Another moment with a last
smile and wave of her hand, she was gone, leaving the men with their
beautiful memory.

Zaidos asked the doctor, who was openly wiping his eyes, to speak with
him a moment outside.

"You know my cousin is out there," he said, with a wave of the arm at
the field where great trenches made a resting place for hundreds of
unknown men. "I've been trying to think of something to do for him,
something to remember him by. I couldn't think of anything. First I
thought of a monument; and then I thought of tablets in the church at
Saloniki. Then it just happened to come to me, that why not do
something for our field hospital here. When I get to England I will
arrange to have the money sent you. Do you approve of that?"

"Of course I do, my boy," said the doctor heartily. "Of course I
approve! Any help would be most gratefully accepted. You know how
short we are for everything. Send anything you feel like affording.
Any little sum you happen to want to give."

"I was wondering about five hundred dollars a month, while the war
lasts," said Zaidos musingly. "Would that make much difference?"

"Five--five hundred American dollars?" screamed the doctor. "_A
hundred pounds_? You don't mean that, do you? Why, hum--haw--can you
afford it?"

"Oh, yes," said Zaidos simply. "I suppose I can afford almost anything
I want. I had a long talk with my father the night he died, so I
happen to know just what my income is. And I don't spend much. There
isn't anything to spend it for. Of course, when I go back to school, I
mean to put up