le up and then a lot more on Red Cross Societies
to piece them together again? Why, we would just leave the soldiers at
home, and save all the money, and it would be just the same in the
end."

"Not the kind of women I know," said Sam, thinking of Marian.

"I mean my kind of woman," said the doctor. "Do you think we'd sell
guns and rifles to the Porsslanese and teach them how to use them, and
then go to work and fight them after having armed them?" And she
laughed a merry laugh.

"And do you think we'd pay men to invent all sorts of infernal machines
like the Barnes torpedo, and then have our big ships blown up by them
in time of peace. That is what brought on the whole Castalian and
Cubapine war. The idea of praising a man like Barnes! He's been a curse
to the world."

"It was really a blessing," said Sam. "It has spread civilization and
Christianity all over."

"Well, that's one way of doing it," said she. "But when there are more
women like me we'll take things out of the hands of you silly men and
run them ourselves. Now, young man, you've talked enough. Turn over and
go to sleep."

Cleary called on his friend almost every day and kept him informed. He
sent home glowing accounts of Sam as the conqueror of the Great White
Temple, and described his sufferings for his country with artistic
skill. He also began work on the series of articles which Sam was
expected to write for _Scribblers' Magazine_. His gossip about the
events in the various camps entertained Sam very much, altho he was
often irritated as well. In his capacity of correspondent Cleary saw
and knew everything.

"Sam," said he one day, as the invalid was sitting up in an easy-chair
at the window--"Sam, it's so long since I was at East Point that I'm
becoming more and more of a civilian. You army people begin to amuse
me. There's always something funny about you. The Tutonians are the
funniest of all. The little red-cheeked officers with their blond
mustaches turned up to their eyes are too funny to live. You feel like
kissing them and sending them to bed. And the airs they put on! One of
their soldiers happened to elbow a lieutenant the other day, and the
chap ran him through with his sword, and no one called him to account.
The officers jostle and browbeat any civilian who will submit to it,
and then try to get him into a duel, but I believe they're a cowardly
lot at bottom. No man of real courage would blu