The world cares little what a man's way may be with a maid." "But--Lana cares.

It has ended everything for her." I said in a low voice: "You ended everything for Dolly Glenn." "How was I to know she was no light o' love--this camp tailoress--this silly little wench who--but let it go! Had she but whimpered, and seemed abashed and unfamiliar with a kiss---- Well, let it go....

But I could cut my tongue out that I ever spoke to her.

God! How lightly steps a man into a trap of his own contriving!...

And here I lie tonight, caring not whether I live or die in tomorrow's battle already dawning on the Chemung.