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The whistle sounded, the draftedhand-clasp, one last look, and sprang on board

John Cameron was the last to board the train He stood on the lower step of the last car as it began to htly lifted chin and eyes that looked as if they had sounded the depths of all sadness and surrendered himself to whatever had been decreed There was settled sorrow in all the lines of his fine face Ruth was startled by the change in it; by the look of the boy in the man Had the war done that for him just in one short suht for her? And she was sitting in her luxurious car with a bundle of wool at her feet, and presu! Poor little useless wo he counted dear or wanted to do, into suffering and hardship--and death--perhaps! She shuddered as she watched his face with its strong uplifted look, and its unutterable sorrow She had not thought he could look like that! Oh, he would be gay to-morrow, like the rest, of course, with his ht of the serious business of war! He would not be the boy he used to be without the ability to do that But she would never forget how he had looked in this farewellhis last on the life of his boyhood and being borne away into a dubious future She felt a hopelessly yearning, as if, had there been time, she would have liked to have told hireat deed for her and for all her sisters!

Has it ever been fully explained why the eyes of one person looking hard across a croill draw the eyes of another?

The train had slipped along ten feet orspeed when John Cameron's eyesface flashed itsinto his eyes, a question as his glance lingered, held by the tulance Then his face lit up with its old sraver, oh, much! and more deferential than it used to be, with a certain courtliness in it that spoke of her and waved it just a trifle in recognition of her greeting, wondering in sudden confusion if he were really nota farewell that belonged to someone else; then amazed and pleased at the flutter of her handkerchief in reply