An Impressive Occasion.
Captain Dunning prided himself on being a great reader of character. Half an hour after meeting a man he was accustomed to place him in one of a number of astonishing categories—fine man, good man, smart fellow, theorizer, poet, and “worthless.” One day early in February he caused Anthony to be summoned to his presence in the orderly tent.
“Patch,” he said sententiously, “I’ve had my eye on you for several weeks.”
Anthony stood erect and motionless.
“And I think you’ve got the makings of a good soldier.”
He waited for the warm glow, which this would naturally arouse, to cool—and then continued:
“This is no child’s play,” he said, narrowing his brows.
Anthony agreed with a melancholy “No, sir.”
“It’s a man’s game—and we need leaders.” Then the c****x, swift,
