We are all keyed up too high here." Mrs.Fortescue, seeing Anita reading often, and getting many books from the post library, glanced at the literature that crowded the table in Anita's sunny bed room.

They were of two sorts--books of passionate poetry and books about the Philippines, their geography, their history, the story of the natives, "the silent, sullen peoples, half savage and half child," tales of the creeping, crawling, stinging things that make life hideous in the jungles, all these was Anita studying.

Mrs.
Fortescue said nothing of this to the Colonel, but recalled that Broussard was in the Philippines, and Anita's soul was there, although her body was at Fort Blizzard.

In a book of her own, Anita had written her name, in the firm, clear hand that belonged to thirty rather than to seventeen, and these words: "This I, who walk and talk and sleep and eat here, is not I.

It is but my body; my soul is with the Beloved." Mrs.Fortescue said nothing of this to the Colonel, but the trend of Anita's reading was unexpectedly revealed at one of the stately and handsome dinners that were given weekly at the Commandant's house during the season.