she was not asking to go out as a heroine of the ordinary type;
instead, she simply announced that she wanted to go as a temporary
member of Colonel Harbin's family, to endure their hardships and
to enjoy their enthusiasms. Mrs. Cable recognised the true motive,
however.

Her pleadings were in vain. The Harbins had lucklessly urged Jane
to join them. Telegrams flew back and forth across the continent
and David Cable came on to present his feeble objections.

When the great transport sailed away, Jane Cable was one of her
passengers, the ward of the regiment.

"It's just for a little while, dad," she said wistfully at the
dock. "A few months. I'll think of you every minute I'm away."

The blood of the man in the service was calling to her. The ocean
was between them; the longing to be near him, to tread the same
soil, had conquered in the eternal battle of love. After all, no
matter how the end was attained, she was a creature of life, brought
into the world to love and to be loved. She put the past behind her
and began to build a new future--a future in which the adoration
of Graydon Bansemer was the foundation. The hope that makes all
human averages was at the work of reconstruction; youth was the
builder. The months of destruction had not left a hopeless ruin
as the heritage of dead impulses.

The world grew brighter as the ship forged westward. Each day sent
warmer blood into her veins and a deeper light into her eyes. The
new life was not inspired by the longing to be his wife, but to