"I can't see myself a chaplain, dad. The position calls for an older
man, a man of wider experience. Many of these men would be almost twice
my age. Now the superintendent himself would be the man for the job. You
ought to see him at his work with the soldiers. I really can't think I'm
fit."
In this opinion his father rather concurred.
"An older man would be better, Barry--a man of more experience would be
of more service, and, yet I don't know. One thing I am sure of, if you
accept the position, I believe you will fill it worthily. After all, in
every department, this war is a young man's job."
"Of course," said Barry. "If I went as chaplain, it would be in your
unit, dad, and that would be altogether glorious."
"I do hope so. But we must not allow that, however, to influence our
decision," replied his father.
"I know, I know!" hurriedly agreed Barry. "I trust I would not be unduly
influenced by personal considerations."
This hope, however, was rudely dashed by an unexpected call for a draft
of recruits from Captain Neil's company that came through from Colonel
Kavanagh to replace a draft suddenly dispatched to make up to strength
another western regiment.
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