"As I said, Mr. Graham, the case is unique and therefore any opinion is nothing more than a bare opinion, but to me her case is hopeless for the reason that her violences are based not upon hallucinations—which might pass—but upon facts which no sane mind can deny. At present the only hope for her life is that her periods of dementia, with their peace and quiet, will increase: and that her sane moments, in which she suffers the tortures of the damned, will become briefer and fewer. Only that will save her from death from exhaustion."
"No, no, doctor! Can't you—"
* * * * *
A soldier in uniform stepped into the recruiting office, saluted, handed the officer his papers, and stood at attention, saying simply, "I desire to re-enlist."
The officer unfolded the "honourable discharge" and read aloud, "Sergeant John Hayward Graham." Looking the paper over, he turned to Graham.
"Yes, this is all right—if you are physically fit; but you have waited so long you have lost your rank and will have to begin at the very bottom again."
"Yes, sir. I understand, sir."
"Very well, the clerk can make out the new papers from these while the surgeon looks you over. Where do you wish to serve—in the United States or the Philippines?"
"Anywhere my country needs a man, sir."
THE END.