CHAPTER VI.
SOME LETTERS AND KETTLE'S ENLISTMENT Anita, who could plan things quite as well as if she were forty instead of eighteen, bided her time until the hour when Mrs.McGillicuddy was putting the After-Clap to bed.

Then the girl slipped away and took the road to the long street of the married men's quarters.

An icy fog swept from the Arctic Circle, enveloped the world, hiding both moon and stars, and made the great arc lamps look like little points of light in the great ocean of white mist.

Every step of the way Anita's heart and will battled fiercely together.

Broussard knew Mrs.Lawrence in some mysterious way.