"But why?" Jeannine repeats.
Oh, that ingenuous tone. Oh, that clear gaze and pure forehead, behind which no mental reservations could revolve.
Her fresh voice in my ear is like a bell ringing in the days of joy. I could weep—I could go down upon my knees.
"You see," she says, gravely, "those of you who come back like this, you have so great a right to choose."
THE END
A Selection from the Catalogue of
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
Complete Catalogues sent on application
"OVER THE TOP"
BY
AN AMERICAN SOLDIER WHO WENT