So, in a measure, have I.Tomorrow I am going on a secret mission to Italy." "Anna!" he cried in dismay.
"Alas, yes!" she repeated, "We may not even meet again, Francis, till the map of Europe has been rewritten with the blood of many of our friends and millions of our country-people.

But I shall think of you, and the kiss you will give me now shall be the last upon my lips." "You can go away ?" he demanded.

"You can leave me like this ?" "I must," she answered simply.

"I have work before me.

Good-by, Francis! Somehow I knew what was coming.