He had given his life for Austria.

He told me never to see him again--never to claim my own name until I had done something for Austria.

And I went to Vienna and knelt in the crowd at his funeral, and no one knew me, and it hurt me, oh, it hurt me to know that he had grieved for me; that he had wanted a son to carry on his own work, while I had grown away from the whole idea of such labor as his.

And now--" He faltered, his hoarse voice broke with stress of feeling, and his pallor deepened.
"It was not my fault--it was really not my fault! I did the best I could, and, by God, I've got them in the room there where they can't do any harm!--and Dick Claiborne, you are the finest fellow in the world, and the squarest and bravest, and I want to take your hand before I go to sleep; for I'm sick--yes, I'm sick--and sleepy--and you'd better haul down that flag over the door--it's treason, I tell you!--and if you see Shirley, tell her I'm John Armitage--tell her I'm John Armitage, John Arm--" The room and its figures rushed before his eyes, and as he tried to stand erect his knees crumpled under him, and before they could reach him he sank to the floor with a moan.

As they crowded about he stirred slightly, sighed deeply, and lay perfectly still..