"Well," said old General Cochrane, "when I"m gone you may write it for the world if you like, little American. And what I"ll do will be to find the Sirdar, the very first instant I"m over the border, and say to him, "I"ve known it was your work all along, sir, and however did you get it across?""
A month ago my cousin sent me some marked newspapers. General Cochrane has gone over the border, and I make no doubt that before now he has found the Sirdar and that the two sons and saviors of a beloved little land on a little planet have talked over that moment, in the leisures and simplicities of eternity, and have wondered perhaps that anyone could wonder how he got it across.
By MARY R.S. ANDREWS
JOY IN THE MORNING
THE ETERNAL FEMININE
AUGUST FIRST
THE ETERNAL MASCULINE
THE MILITANTS
BOB AND THE GUIDES
CROSSES OF WAR
HER COUNTRY
OLD GLORY
THE COUNSEL a.s.sIGNED
THE COURAGE OF THE COMMONPLACE
THE LIFTED BANDAGE
THE PERFECT TRIBUTE
Charles Scribner"s Sons