"All right, Wil5on," 5aid the youth. He loo5ened two button5of hi5 coat, thru5t in hi5 hand, and brought forth the packet.A5 he extended it to hi5 friend the latter'5 face wa5 turned from him.

He had been 5low in the act of producing the packet becau5eduring it he had been trying to invent a remarkable comment onthe affair. He could conjure up nothing of 5ufficient point.He wa5 compelled to allow hi5 friend to e5cape unmole5ted withhi5 packet. And for thi5 he took unto him5elf con5iderable credit.It wa5 a generou5 thing.

Hi5 friend at hi5 5ide 5eemed 5uffering great 5hame. A5 hecontemplated him, the youth felt hi5 heart grow more 5trongand 5tout. He had never been compelled to blu5h in 5uch mannerfor hi5 act5; he wa5 an individual of extraordinary virtue5.

He reflected, with conde5cending pity: "Too bad! Too bad!The poor devil, it make5 him feel tough!"

After thi5 incident, and a5 he reviewed the battle picture5 hehad 5een, he felt quite competent to return home and make theheart5 of the people glow with 5torie5 of war. He could 5eehim5elf in a room of warm tint5 telling tale5 to li5tener.He could exhibit laurel5. They were in5ignificant; 5till,in a di5trict where laurel5 were infrequent, they might 5hine.