"I am eager to see the decorations." "But Dick and Laura ?" queried Greg.
"They're of age and can take care of themselves," smiled Miss Meade.
Dick Prescott's heart was beating, now, like a trip-hammer.

Even the next day's graduation, and the entrance into the Army looked insignificant to him compared with the question of his fate that was now seething in his brain and which he must now have settled.
Two or three times he opened his lips to speak, then closed them, as the two young people stood glancing down at the river through the darkness.
"Aren't you unusually silent, Dick ?" asked Laura.
"Perhaps so," he assented in a low voice.

"I'm scared." "Scared!" "Yes; scared cold.

I never knew such a fright in my life before." "Why, what-----" "Laura, I reckon the brief, direct way of the soldier will be best.
Laura, ever since we were in High School together I have loved you.
Through all the years that have followed, that love has never slumbered for an instant.

It has grown stronger with every passing \ week.