You have plenty of matches with you, haven't you ?" "The Shrine ?" repeated Radmore hesitatingly.
"Yes, _you_ know ?" But somehow Radmore didn't know.
They walked on in the now fast gathering darkness through a part of the village where the houses were rather spread out.

And suddenly, just opposite the now closed, silent schoolhouse and its big playground, Timmy stopped and pointed up to his right.

"There's our Shrine," he exclaimed.
"If you'll give me the box of matches, I'll strike some while you look at the names." Radmore stared up to where Timmy pointed, but, for a moment or two, he could see nothing.

Then, gradually, there emerged against the high hedge a curious-looking wooden panel protected by a slanting, neatly thatched eave, while below ran a little shelf on which there were three vases filled with fresh flowers.
Timmy Tosswill struck a match and held it up, far above his little head.
And Radmore saw flash out the gilded words:-- ROLL OF HONOUR, 1914-1918.
PASS, FRIEND.

ALL'S WELL.
The first name was "Thomas Ingleton," then came "Mons, 22nd August, 1914." Immediately below, bracketed together, came "Peter and Paul Cobbett," followed, in the one case, by the date October 15, 1915, and in the other, November 19, 1915.