She was touched by the pathetic figure and held out her hand to him.
He took it in his and bent over it.
"Good-bye," he said. "I go home on this day of days, this day of 'peace on earth and good will to men'—and alas! the world a seething mass of discontent!"
I brought him to the house and gave him some wine to drink.
"Good-bye," he said. "God bless you." And he waved his hat as we watched the careworn figure slowly stroll down the track and pass out of our lives.
CHAPTER XXXI.
The Wonderful Month of War.
Then the great war crashed upon Europe, and it did not come from Asia!
Its sudden outbreak proved many things; first, that invention had not been entirely exterminated; and second, that artificial laws could not destroy the divine in humanity.