you?"

"He certainly seems to be a most attractive type of young man,"
Thomson admitted.

"And how wonderful to have had such adventures!" she continued.
"Life has become so strange, though, during the last few months. To
think that the only time I ever saw him before was at a polo match,
and to-day we sit side by side in a restaurant, and, although he
won't speak of them, one knows that he has had all manner of
marvellous adventures. He was one of those who went straight from the
playing fields to look for glory, wasn't he, Hugh? He made a hundred
and thirty-two for Middlesex the day before the war was declared."

"That's the type of young soldier who's going to carry us through, if
any one can," Major Thomson agreed cheerfully.

She suddenly clutched at his arm.

"Hugh," she exclaimed, pointing to a placard which a newsboy was
carrying, "that is the one thing I cannot bear, the one thing which I
think if I were a man would turn me into a savage!"

They both paused and read the headlines--

PASSENGER STEAMER TORPEDOED WITHOUT WARNING IN THE IRISH SEA.
TWENTY-TWO LIVES LOST.

"That is the sort of thing," she groaned, "which makes one long to be
not a man but a god, to be able to wield thunderbolts and to deal out