What's his name, Wandering Lu ?" "First place, it ain't a he at all, but a lady," the other explained, looking a little serious for once.
"Oh! excuse the mistake, will you ?" chuckled Thad, highly amused at the airs the disreputable looking grizzled old chap put on when he made this statement.

"Well, we have some acquaintance among the ladies of the town also.

They're nearly all deeply interested just now in helping Madame Pangborn do Red Cross work for her beloved poilus over in brave France.

I suppose now you've traveled through that country in your time, Lu ?" "Up and down and across it for hundreds of miles, afoot, and in trains," quickly replied the old fellow, "and say, there ain't any country under the sun that appeals more to me than France did.

If I was twenty years younger, hang me if I wouldn't find a way to cross over there now, and take my place in the trenches along with them bully fighters, the French frog-eaters.