Tom Slade with the Colors

y of doping things out for himself. He had picked up s

but himself and Roscoe knew about this miserable busin

ted him did not press upon him at all. He was disappointed, of course, but he acknowledged no obligation to anybody

ind him. For a second or two he waited in the hall. He could stil

king about the celebration that evening and about the gove

ed bank book. He intended to draw ten dollars from his savings account, which would be enough to get him

om was confronted by a large

HONOR OF

ATRIOTIC RALLY TO-

R IF YOU CAN

his plan, it reminded him that the town was turning out in gala fash

trail," he said doggedly,

one into his confidence. If he had the money, he could catch a train before noontime and reach the mountain by the mi

ing. In almost every shop window was a placard similar to the o

RALLY IN HONOR OF

y to forget it

rengthened his determination so that he ignored the patriotic reminders all abou

ust the same," he said, "only

ticed on the big bulletin board out

BOYS WILL BE IN THE TRENCHES THE BOY SCOU

that Methodist Troop, a

eat flag which hung so low over the sidewalk th

Colors," he repeated. "You can be with

d briskly now through Culver Street, his lips s

single iron bed, a chair, a walnut bureau, and a little table whereon lay his Scout Manual and the few

ver he took it out he felt like a millionaire. He had gazed at it in the window of a stationery

was the scout jack-knife which had been a present from Roy's sister; an Indian arrow-head that Jeb Rushmore had found; a memorandum of the birthday of his patr

box which he rubbed on his knee to get the dust off, and th

t perfect day, streaming cheerily into the plain little room which was all the home T

or some unspeakable deed, he would come home and look at his own precious Gold Cross of the Scouts and think what it m

looking at it long and steadily. There, shining under his eyes, was the familiar design, the three-pointed sign of

to it as neither an arrow-head nor a fleur-de-lis, though resembling both

o remind us of France, kind of," Tom sai

Temple Camp and that hill are north from here.... Gee, that's funny, when you come to think of it, how that Gold Cross can kind of remind you-of everyth