But there's something o' yours it seemed to me I ought to give you, and I just thought it was better to bring it myself and explain how I happened to have it.

It's this--this letter you wrote my boy." He extended the letter to her solemnly, in his left hand, and she took it gently from him.

"It was in his mail, after he was hurt.
You knew he never got it, I expect." "Yes," she said, in a low voice.
He sighed.

"I'm glad he didn't.

Not," he added, quickly--"not but what you did just right to send it.