when gay music delighted.

O SOLE MIO sang the clear voices of the street singers. They drew
nearer--and stopped under the window.

MONICA'S wounded inward self cried out for silence

THE world was drear. There should be no joyful singing.

SHE looked down absently. A young girl stood a little apart from the
singers. Monica noticed her--and their tearful eyes met.

THEN singers also could know sorrow.

SUDDENLY--her own seemed lightened.

MONICA'S soul surged forward. She wanted to comfort, to help this
brown-eyed girl. Perhaps her grief was harder to bear.

ONE of the men stepped toward the girl and pushed her rudely.

SING he commanded.

O PADRE MIO--she broke into sobs. The singers moved on to another
street.

MONICA had read into another soul.

DEEP calling unto deep.

IN ALGIERS

MOONLIGHT--the still waters of the ocean--

THE deck of a ship--

ROMANCE and beauty--

THE great liner sailed near the northern coast of Africa. On the deck
they had become engaged--the moonlight shone on them.

* * * * *

DUSK and bitter cold. A young woman paced up and down in the snow,
waiting the coming of a train.

IT was a small town in the Interior of Russia--of the Russia torn by
wars and rebellions at home. A sorrow-stricken land.

THE mystery, the romance of the night--the distant shores of
Africa--seemed still upon her. She could almost feel the murmur of the
water as it splashed against the boat.

AND the next day--Algiers--the quaint streets--the mosques--flowers--and
white robed Arabs.

VERY quietly they had been married in the Cathedral which bears the name
of a whole continent.

NOTRE DAME D'AFRIQUE.

THE sun had smiled as it shone on the city by the sea.

IT grew colder.

A TRAIN came into sight on the vast field of snow.

ON that train the man she loved and had married was coming to her.

THAT enchanted period in Algiers--He was returning--perhaps a wreck of
his once splendid self--a cripple

WAR

IT had shattered homes--brought skeletons--where once children laughed.

BROUGHT famine--once birds had eaten crumbs.

WAR--

HORROR--dismay

SHE waited

* * * * *

HIS eyes were aghast--eyes that had seen death--murder--horror--side by
side--

THERE was no more laughter. He took Anna into his arms. Then the report
was not true. He had not given his right arm.

ANNA, he whispered, My brave Anna