FINIS 201 
remembered his sudden change of heart, in mid- 
season, and his subsequent vast improvement and, 
most encouraging of all, the nerve and determination 
he had shown. In the silent, bronzed youth who sat 
with us to-night and the syoung man who had so 
jauntily descended from the train six months be- 
fore, there was a world of difference. Perhaps, 
after all... 
Something of this line of thought seemed to be in 
his father’s mind as well as in ours. 
“‘T know reconnaissance is trying work,’’ he said; 
‘‘Horace’s letters home bear internal evidence of 
the hardships you have been through. But I think 
it has helped him, as it doubtless helped all of you, 
to a better understanding of a man’s duties and 
privileges. 
‘‘Before closing, I want to read to you some verses 
which my son sent home during ‘the latter part of 
your trip, and which I understand he has not shown 
to any of you. I think they deserve a hearing and 
a judgment at your hands.’’ 
He smiled — alone in his emotion. So Wetherby 
had burst into poetry, without our knowledge! We 
prepared to suffer as the Senator cleared his throat 
and began to read: 
‘“They call our work ‘Reconnaissance’ ; 
A shorter, uglier word, perchance, 
Would better serve the new man’s use 
To circulate his heartfelt views, 
