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Audrey had made a resolution, and with characteristic energy had

proceeded to carry it out. She was no longer needed at the recruiting

stations. After a month's debate the conscription law was about to be

passed, made certain by the frank statement of the British Commission

under Balfour as to the urgency of the need of a vast new army in

France.

For the first time the Allies laid their cards face up on the table, and

America realized to what she was committed. Almost overnight a potential

army of hundreds of thousands was changing to one of millions. The

situation was desperate. Germany had more men than the Allies, and had

vast eastern resources to draw on for still more. To the Allies only the

untapped resources of America remained.

In private conference with the President Mr. Balfour had urged haste,

and yet more haste.

Audrey, reading her newspapers faithfully, felt with her exaltation a

little stirring of regret. Her occupation, such as it was, was gone. For

the thin stream of men flowing toward the recruiting stations there was

now to be a vast movement of the young manhood of the nation. And she

could have no place in it.

Almost immediately she set to work to find herself a new place. At first

there seemed to be none. She went to a hospital, and offered her strong

body and her two willing hands for training.

"I could learn quickly," she pleaded, "and surely there will not be

enough nurses for such an army as we are to have."

"Our regular course is three years."

"But a special course. Surely I may have that. There are so many things

one won't need in France."

The head of the training school smiled rather wistfully. They came to

her so often now, these intelligent, untrained women, all eagerness to

help, to forget and unlive, if they could, their wasted lives.

"You want to go to France, of course?"

"If I can. My husband was killed over there."

But she did not intend to make capital of Chris's death. "Of course,

that has nothing to do with my going. I simply want to work."

"It's hard work. Not romantic."

"I am not looking for romance."

In the end, however, she had to give it up. In some hospitals they were

already training nurses helpers, but they were to relieve trained women

for France. She went home to think it over. She had felt that by leaving

the country she would solve Clayton's problem and her own. To stay on,

seeing him now and then, was torture for them both.