"You are right--and bravest, after all.

It is you--you women, who save us in the darkest hours.

You--our wives--our mothers--who wage a silent battle in the lonely, broken homes.

You give us love and pity--tenderness and tears--a flag of pride that turns defeat to victory.

The women of the South," he cried, and Herbert Cary doffed his hat before his wife, "the crutch on which the staggering hope of Dixie leans!" There came, then, the sound of hurrying footsteps.