w that, sir," shouted a voice. "Ye done yer best."

"But so far I and those labouring with me have failed. But surely,
surely, wise and reasonable men can find before many days a solution for
these problems. And now let me beg your leaders to be patient a little
longer, to banish angry and suspicious feelings and to be willing to
follow the light. I see that many of you are soldiers. To you my heart
goes out with a love as true as if you were my own sons, for you were
the comrades of my son. Let me appeal to you to preserve unbroken that
fine spirit of comradeship that made the Canadian Army what it was. And
let me assure you all that, however our weak and erring human hearts may
fail and come short, the great heart of the Eternal Father is unchanging
in Its love and pity for us all. Meantime, believe me, I shall never
cease to labour and pray that very soon peace may come to us again."
Then, lifting his hands over them while the men uncovered, he said a
brief prayer, closing with the apostolic blessing.

Startled at the burst of cheering which followed shortly after the
conclusion of the prayer, the babe broke into loud crying. Vainly the
weary mother sought to quiet her child, she herself well-nigh exhausted
with her march, being hardly able to stand erect. Swiftly Adrien sprang
from the car and ran out to her.

"Let me carry the babe," she cried, taking the child in her arms. "Come
into the car with me."

"No," said the woman fiercely. "I will go through with it." But even as
she spoke she swayed upon her feet.

With gentle insistence, however, Adrien caught her arm and forced her
toward the car.

"I will not leave them," said the woman stubbornly.

"Speak to her, Annette," said Adrien. "She cannot walk."

"Mrs. Egan," said Annette, coming to her, "it will be quite all right
to go in the car. It will be all the better. Think of the fine parade it
will make."

But, still protesting, the old woman hung back, crying, "Let me go! I
will go through!"

"Sure thing!" cried Patricia. "We will take you along. Where's Rupert?"

But Rupert, furious and disgusted, hung back in the shadow.

"Here, Vic!" cried Patricia. "You take the wheel!"

"Delighted, I am sure!" cried Vic, climbing into the seat. "Get in here,
Patsy. All set, Colonel," he added, saluting to the officer in command
of the parade, and again the column broke into cheering as they moved
off to the tap of the drum, Rupert's elegant Hudson Six taking a