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.

"We were both fools, Barry, but thank God that horror is past.