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"Supper's
just ready. How do you feel, eh?"
"Better, my boy--first rate, I mean. I'm properly hungry. You're rested,
I can see."
"I'm all right, dad! I'm all right!" cried Barry, in his old cheery way.
"Dad, I want to apologise to you. I wasn't myself to-day, but now I'm
all right again. Dad, I've joined up. I'm a soldier now," he said with a
smile on his face, but with anxious eyes turned on his father.
"Joined up!" echoed his father. "Barry, you have enlisted! Thank God, my
boy. I feared--I thought--No, damned if I did!" he added, with such
an unusual burst of passion that Barry could only gaze at him with
astonishment.
"Forgive me, my boy," he said, coming forward with outstretched hand.
"For a moment I confess I thought--" Again he paused, apparently unable
to continue.
"You thought, dad," cried Barry, "and--forgive me, dad--I thought too. I
ought to have known you better."
"And I, you, my son."
They shook hands with each other in an ecstasy of jubilation.
"My God, I'm glad that's through," said the older man.


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