WITHIN two weeks after the departure of Mrs. Cameron and Margaret, the wounded soldier had left the hospital with Elsie's hand resting on his arm and her keen eyes watching his faltering steps. She had promised Margaret to take her place until he was strong again. She was afraid to ask herself the meaning of the songs that were welling up from the depth of her own soul. She told herself again and again that she was fulfilling her ideal of unselfish human service.
Ben's recovery was rapid, and he soon began to give evidence of his boundless joy in the mere fact of life.
He utterly refused to believe his father in danger.
"What, my dad a conspirator, an assassin!" he cried, with a laugh. "Why, he wouldn't kill a flea without apologising to it. And as for plots and dark secrets, he never had a secret in his life and couldn't keep one if he had it. My mother keeps all the family secrets. Crime couldn't stick to him any more than dirty water to a duck's back!"
"But we must secure his release on parole, that he may defend himself."
"Of course. But we won't cross any bridges till we come to them. I never saw things so bad they couldn't
