in Chicago; but it will be home just the same."

"Dear Graydon, I am sorry--I am heartsick. But I cannot--I dare
not."

Graydon Bansemer was a man as well as a lover. He gave utterance
to a perfectly man-like expression, coming from the bottom of his
tried soul:

"It's damned nonsense, Jane!" He said it so feelingly that she
smiled even as she shook her head and moved away. "I'll see you
to-morrow on shore?" he called, repentant and anxious.

"Yes!"

The next day they landed. Graydon waved an anxious farewell to
her as he was hurried off with the lame, the halt, and the blind.
He saw David Cable and his wife on the pier and, in spite of
himself, he could not repel an eager, half-fearful glance through
the crowd of faces. Although he did not expect his father to meet
him, he dreaded the thought that he might be there, after all. To
his surprise, as he stood waiting with his comrades, he saw David
Cable turn suddenly, and, after a moment's hesitation, wave his
hand to him, the utmost friendship in his now haggard face. His
heart thumped joyously at this sign of amity.

As the soldiers moved away, Cable paused and looked after him, a
grim though compassionate expression in his eyes. He and Jane were
ready to confront the customs officers.