There'll be a new President in the
White House and I'll win!"
He bowed and reverently kissed the tips of her fingers.
"You glorious boy!" she sighed. "It's beautiful to be loved like that!
I'm proud of it--I'll hold my head a little higher with every thought of
you----"
"And you'll think of me sometimes when war has separated us?"
"I'll never forget!"
"And remember that I'm fighting my way back to your side?"
A tender smile played about the corners of her eyes and mouth:
"I'll remember."
With a quick, firm movement he turned, passed through the house, and
strode toward the iron gate.
He suddenly confronted John entering.
The two brothers faced each other for a moment angrily and awkwardly,
and then the anger slowly melted from the younger man's eyes.
"You are taking dinner with Miss Betty to-night?" Ned asked in friendly
tones.
"Yes, I'm going with her to the White House," was the cold reply.
"I'm leaving in an hour. Don't you think it's foolish for two brothers
who have been what you and I have been to each other to part like this?
We may not see one another again."
John hesitated and then slowly slipped his arm around the younger man,
holding him in silence. When his voice was steady he said:
"Forgive me, Boy. I was blind with anger. It meant so much to me.
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