"
"Wot's that about Silver's Theayter!" said Ortheris quickly, over
his shoulder.
"Nothin', little man. A tale that ye know. As I was sayin', afther
that fight us av the Ould Rig'mint an' the Tyrone was all mixed
together takin' shtock ay the dead, an' av coorse I wint about to
find if there was any man that remimbered me. The second man I
came acrost - an' how I'd missed him in the fight I do not know -
was Larry, an' a fine man he looked, but oulder, by token that he
had a call to be. 'Larry,' sez I, 'how is ut wid you?'
"'Ye're callin' the wrong man,' he sez, wid his gentleman's smile;
'Larry has been dead these three years. They call him "Love-o'-
Women" now,' he sez. By that I knew the ould divil was in him yet,
but the ind av a fight is no time for the beginnin' av confession,
so we sat down an' talked av times.
"'They tell me you're a married man,' he sez, puffing slow at his
poipe. 'Are ye happy?'
"'I will be whin I get back to Depot,' I sez. ''Tis a
reconnaissance honeymoon now.'
"'I'm married too,' he sez, puffin' slow an' more slow, an'
stopperin' wid his forefinger.
"'Sind you happiness,' I sez. 'That's the best hearin' for a long
time.'
"'Are ye av that opinion?' he sez; an' thin he began talkin' av
the campaign.
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