“Dangers!  You in danger, papa?”

“Yes, certainly.  Since you wish to be treated like a woman, and not a child,—­since you wish me to show my real life,—­you shall know the truth.  I am controlled by the government that is engaged in a life-and-death struggle to maintain its own existence and preserve for the nation its heritage of liberty.  Thus far I have been able to serve the cause in quiet, unrecognized ways that I need not now explain; but I am one who must obey orders, and I wish to do so, for my heart is in the work.  I am no better than other men who are risking all.  Mamma knows this in a way, but she does not fully comprehend it.  Fortunately she is not one of those who take very anxious thought for the morrow, and you know I am inclined to let things go on quietly as long as they will.  Thus far I have merely gone to an office as I did before the war, or else have been absent on trips that were apparently civilian in character, and it has been essential that I should have as little distraction of mind as possible.  I have lived long in hope that some decisive victory might occur; but the future grows darker, instead of lighter, and the struggle, instead of culminating speedily, promises to become more deadly and to be prolonged.  There is but one way out of it for me, and that is through the final triumph of the old flag.  Therefore, what a day will bring forth God only knows.  There have been times when I wished to tell you something of this, but there seemed little opportunity.  As you said, a good many were coming and going, you seemed happy and preoccupied, and I got into the habit of reasoning, ’Every day that passes without a thought of trouble is just so much gained; and it may be unnecessary to cloud her life with fear and anxiety;’ yet perhaps it would be mistaken kindness to let trouble come suddenly, like an unexpected blow.  I confess, however, that I have had a little natural longing to be more to my only child than I apparently was, but each day brought its increasing press of work and responsibility, its perplexing and far-reaching questions.  Thus time has passed, and I said, ’Let her be a light-hearted girl as long as she can.’”

“O papa, what a blind, heartless fool I’ve been!”

“No, my dear, only young and thoughtless, like thousands of others.  It so happened that nothing occurred to awaken you.  One day of your old life begat another.  That so slight a thing should make you think, and desire to be different, promises much to me, for if your nature had been shallow and commonplace, you wouldn’t have been much disturbed.  If you have the spirit your words indicate to-night, it will be better for you to face life in the height and depth of its reality, trusting in God and your own womanhood for strength to meet whatever comes.  Those who live on this higher plane have deeper sorrows, but also far richer joys, than those who exist from hand to mouth, as it were, in the immediate and material