Are you afraid?"

"No, sir, I'm not afraid; but my daddy's gone to France, and I want him
back! I want my daddy! I want my daddy!" and the storm burst again.
Then here and there all over the boat the women wept. Here and there a
man pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and pretended to blow his
nose.

And so we understand what it meant to this young secretary when, upon
landing in France, he got the cable telling of the death of his baby
girl.

At first he was stunned by the blow.

Then came a brave second cable from his wife telling him that there was
nothing that he could do at home; to stay at his contemplated task of
being a friend to the boys.

The brave note in the second cable gave him new spirit and new courage,
and in spite of a heavy heart he went into a canteen, and will any
wonder who read this story that he has won the undying devotion of his
entire regiment by his tireless self-sacrificing service to the
American boys?

What triumphs these are, what triumphs over sorrow and pain.

All of France is filled with these Silhouettes of Sorrow, but each has
a background of triumphant, dawning light.

There was the woman and child that I saw in the Madeleine in Paris,