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The corporal tossed on his hard cot and sighed like a furnace There ought to be soht to ht was! She had called hiht's business was to protect, yet what could he do? He could not go to her and tell her that theto marry was rotten and utterly without moral principle He could not even send some one else to warn her Who could he send? His irl like that She had always lived a quiet life He doubted if she would understand herself how utterly unfit a irl And there was no one else in the world that he could send Besides, if she loved the man, and incomprehensible as it seemed, she must love him or why should she el froainst hiood women, like Ruth Oh, to think of her tied up to that--beast! He could think of no other word In his agony he rolled on his face and groaned aloud

"Oh God!" his soul cried out, "why do such things have to be? If there really is a God why does He let such awful things happen to a pure good girl? The sa days of his own life Could there be a God who cared when bitterness was in so many cups? Why had God let the war coht the tumult in his brain and heart subsided and he fell into a profound sleep The next thing he knew the kindly roughness of his coh the air, and he opened his consciousness to the world again and heard the bugle blowing for roll call Another day had dawned grayly and he et up They set him on his feet, and bantered him into action, and he responded with his usual wit that put thehter, but as he stu he realized that a heavy weight was on his heart which he tried to throw off What did itto him, never had been and never could be If only he had not written that letter all would now be as it always had been If only she had not written her letter! Or no! He put his hand to his breast pocket with a quick movement of protection Somehoas not yet ready to relinquish that one taste of bright girl friendliness, even though it had brought a stab in its wake