Safety above what Honor asks of her:
And hold it manly life itself to give,
Rather than lose the things for which we live.


It is not half as good as the Latin. But it gives the meaning. How
do you like it, Richard?"

"Fine!" answered the young man quickly; "especially the last lines.
They are great." He hesitated slightly, and then went on. "Perhaps
I ought to tell you now, sir, that I have signed up and got my
papers for the training-school at Madison Barracks. I hope you will
not be angry with me."

The old man put both hands on the lad's shoulders and looked at
him with a suspicious moisture in his eyes. He swallowed hard a
couple of times. You could see the big Adam's apple moving up and
down in his wrinkled throat.

"Angry!" he cried. "Why, boy, I love you for it."

Hardman, who was a thoroughly good fellow at heart, held out his
hand.

"Good for you, Dick! But I must be going now. I am putting up at
the Ivy. Will you walk up with me? I'd like to have a word with
you."

The two men walked in silence along the shady, moon-flecked streets
of the tranquil old university town. Then the elder one spoke.