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Met a lot of National Guard boys on the way."
Graham left when he did, offering to take him to his home, and
Clayton sat for some time alone, smoking and thinking. So the
thing had come at last. A year from now, and where would they all
be? The men who had been there to-night, himself, Graham? Would
they all be even living? Would Graham - ?
He looked back over the years. Graham a baby, splashing water in
his bath and shrieking aloud with joy; Graham in his first
little-boy clothes, riding a velocipede in the park and bringing in
bruises of an amazing size and blackness; Graham going away to
school, and manfully fixing his mind on his first long trousers, so
he would not cry; Graham at college, coming in with the winning
crew, and stumbling, half collapsed, into the arms of a waiting,
cheering crowd. And the Graham who had followed his mother up the
stairs that night, to come down baffled, thwarted, miserable.
He rose and threw away his cigar. He must have the thing out with
Natalie.


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