"Home!...

Blair, does it hit you--kind of queer?
Do you long, yet dread to get home ?" Maynard had no reply for that query, but his look was expressive.
"I've not heard from Helen for over a year," went on Lane, more as if speaking to himself.
"My God, Dare!" exclaimed his companion, with sudden fire.

"Are you still thinking of her ?" "We--we are engaged," returned Lane, slowly.

"At least we _were_.

But I've had no word that she----" "Dare, your childlike faith is due for a jar," interrupted his comrade, with bitter scorn.