There shall be apples in harvest still, and springtime blossoms again, Summer returning and green on the hill with early autumn rain; But never America's fallen sons to the things they used to know ‘While the sun goes round, or the river runs, till Gabriel's trumpets blow. Never at all, though April seeks where. the early heath-flower starts, Or the flowering almond of August speaks to unforgetting hearts, We read the message, we hear the call, but they their conflicts cease; They rest with God's stars over them in the dreamless halls of Peace. Yet, maybe, an army's ghostly drum beats up from the far-away, Unseen, unheard, where a myriad come to memory's call today From alien graves o'er oceans wide to their marching kith and kin, Comrade by comrade they stand beside when the bugle sounds ‘‘Fall-in.” There shall be honey-gold harvest wheat and glory that spring regains, Summer in shimmering veils of heat, and the misty mountain rains; But never the sons America bred, to the land that was their own, Till earth gives up her glorious dead, and Gabriel's trump be blown. GOOD DOG At officers’ call the personnel ad- jutant had taken Peepsight—for so his men always alluded to the cap- tain commanding B Battery of the Nth United States Field Artillery— aside. “You are minus two men in your battery, Peepsight.” he said. “I find that Headquarters Company is sur- plus two men, and in order to bring your command up to the tabie of organization, I am going to transfer that surplus to you,” “Halt!” Peepsight commanded. “I want none of the sweepings and combings of Headquarters Company foisted on me. Permit me to do the selecting myself. What I need—what 1 have to have—are farmers' boys— men who can drive a lead team.” “Well, the commanding officer of Headquarters Company will not dispute your right to farmers’ boys, Peepsight. What he needs—what he has to have—are smart city boys, who know something of telephony, telegraphy and wireless—men with fair educations, who can write and deliver messages correctly. Let's look through his service records.” Together they skimmed through | the Headquarters service records and found two farmers—Robin Stewart and Duncan O'Neill. Peepsight sought no further. “Hah,” he cried. “Scotch ancestry, Good! Dour, solid fellows and natur- ally easy to discipline. A touch of unctious humor, too, in all probabili- ty. A reliable, hardy race, the Scotch, faithful and loyal. I'll like these two.” He got them that night at rereat and, because Peepsight was more interested in his battery than in an other consideration on earth, it fol- lowed that he had the first sergeant summon Stewart and O'Neill to the orderly tent immediately after re- treat, in order that he might ques- tion them and in general see what the Lord had sent him. Duncan O'Niel shocked him in- expressibly, for Private O'Niell was pathetically bow-legged, short, Squatty, sandy and obviously unin- telligent. Furthermore, he had a harelip—or rather he had had one at birth, for it had been sewed up. Nevertheless, his speech was none too clear. cu Dag disuiiseed him with a rsory exam on, me tell i Private O'Neill he hoped the ine | would be happy in B Battery and wishing him luck. “He'll never make a4 non-commissioned officer,” he in- formed the first sergeant, sotto voce, as O'Neill clumped out of the order- 3Y tent. “Next man! Private Stew- a Private Stowart entered in a man- er more than a little suggestive | of an apprehension on his part he was entering a den of was deathl Jerkily; he tried to stand to ton J but was too nervous to “Well, son,” said Peepsight nally, and smiled 2 the boy. “So you’ from Headquarters Private Stewart miserably and with swered, “Yes, sir.” “I just called you in to make you welcome, Private Stewart. I like to get acquainted with my boys as soon as they joir up. I think you'll find we have a goodly lot in B Bat and that you'll get along very w and be as happy as anybody can be in the army.” He turned to the first sergeant—a middle-aged man of many enlistments and undoubted ability. “Pick out a bed for this boy in a tent where he'll be happy, sergeant. No roughnecks, remember. difficulty an- He'll learn bad habits soon enough.” “I'll hand him over to the instru- mental sergeant, sir. Ford has a very decent lot in his tent and rules it with a rod of iron.” “Good, Tell Sergeant Ford I de- sire he should keep an especially watchful eye on this boy's welfare.” Private Stewart, “Do you drink, soldier. “Do you smoke, son?” “No-o, sir.” a ionthaton Pee t turn e . that paight in He doesn't smoke, See to it that he doesn’t start.” To Private Stewart, “Do you drink, lad?” “Oh, no-o-o, sir,” “Belongs to the Band of Hope, sergeant. See that he doesn't lose his card of membership. How old are you, son?” ‘ice record “Why he's even forgotten his army er that sergeant. It's down here as | natural July. Well, well, | sir.” | birthday, | the twelfth of well!” ° then, my boy, how old are | lied about your age lions. He y pale and tremb | good ; when he saluted nol mischief. Your mother will proba- atten- | do so. time pater- have a bad re { —tenth uf ust August ® 5 Peepsight picked u boy's serv- | and on it leisurely. | “About sixteen, I should say, “Good guess, although he might be seventeen. What year were you born, Private Stewart?” Private Stewart's eyes popped with fright. He remained speechless. “Slow on mental arithmetic,” Peep- sight commented, “Well, that was a the boy.” He looked at the soldier again wih that friendly, manly compelling kind—the look of a born leader. “I like my boys to start in by telling the truth to me, no matter how many lies they have told the recruit- He chuckled. ing officer. You have one good mark to your credit, sonny. You've volun- teered for this war. You didn't wait until they sent for you. Youth is so generous, sergeant, sergeant. Now you ™m “Sixteen last May, sir.” ‘The, quaver had gone out of the childish voice now and Private Stewart was at ease, He even essayed a smile back at Peepsight with insouciant bo innocence and friendliness. eepsight was the sort of officer who conquered men by his personal- ity, securing from them without ap- parent effort the maximum of dis-| cipline. Courts martial and battary punishments were rare in B Battery because Peepsight was a rara avis among army officrs—a natural psy- chologist. He had lavished upon him what most battery commanders nev- er know exists, wit, affectionate and willing obedience. When his hand fell, it fell heavily, but it never fell for a minor cause or a cause that could be eliminated by a judicious application of com- mon sense or an appeal to reason and human decency. In a word Peepsight was a man. As an offi- | cer—well, he had but one religion and that was never to eat, drink or sleep until his men had first been taken care of. He looked his new “man” over now with kindly interest. Private Robin Stewart was, quite obviously, out of place in the United Staets army. It is doubtful if he weighed more | than a hundred and ten pounds; he was five feet five inches tall, slight, | pale and wistful. His eyes were large, Celtic blue and dreamy, his mouth | a trifle too fine and sensitive, his nose that of a thoroughbred, his | hair a chestnut brown with a nat- | ural wave in it. A good-looking boy | who might grow into a fine, hand- some man. Robin Stewart! Peepsight surren- dered to an unmilitary impulse to call him, not Private Stewart, but Robbie. “Well, Robbie, I undersand. You just naturally had to join the army and your parents wouldn't let you, 80 you ran away from home and because you didn't have the written Porision} of your parents to enlist. you are. We've got you, so we'll make the best of it, and to | bring you back sound in wind and limb, to Mother. If we do that, you'll be all the better man for your boy- ish experience in the army. Do you know anything about horses, Rob- bie?" “Oh, yes, sir, I've ridden horses since I was five years old. I can | Y break horeses to ride.” “Ranch raised, en? Can you ride 'em rough?” “Pretty rough, sir.” “Can you drive four horses—or six?" Robbie smiled. “Of course I can, sir. I've done it lots of times at home.” “Make him lead Sriyee on Buber one piece, sergeant, *“ ght or- poy “and send McCullough back to cannoneer, And now, Robbie, listen | to me carefully. When you came in here you were badly frightened. Itis very undignified for a soldier to be frightened and nervous in the pres-, ence of his captain because the cap-| tain is the daddy of the battery and the top his big brother.” “Headquarters company thinks captain hard-boiled,” bbie con- fessed naively. “And they say the top is terrible.” “He is—to terrible soldiers—ani i 80 am I. Now, then, Robbie, the top| will show you to your tent and In- strument sergeant Ford will after you and see that you look | get a | square deal. If you're ever in trouble, | that ‘me about it. Be a you come and boy, now, and don't get into bly be writing me about you from to make of you.” port Robbie departed and for several | The top interrupted his cogita- | tions. “Pretty much of a suckling | babe, sir.” Peepsight nodded. “They worry me to death, sergeant. I don't like the responsibility of little their health, their morals, their lives ana | | too. Well-mannered, eager, curious, | obedient-—must have had a | mother and father. But he's such a | boy. Why, he's still in the indelent, | disorderly stage of boyhood. Upon | my , he hasn't washed his neck i i and ears since last Saturday morn- | ! i tion.” jing) apart ion flashed down the bat- tery before the orderly tent. One of them was Sergeant Ford, the other | was Robbie Stewart—and the ser- | geant had Robbie by the collar and | was dragging him protestingly to- | ward the wash-house. responsibility of these little boys.” | Th great tragedy of his existence | Andy, in his doggy way, associated | “Hear with the new smell that pervaded ed horses in this | young master when Robin came back to the ranch on a ten-day fur- lough after an absence of several months. The fact that Robin was dressed differently had not impinged Andy's canine consciousness. What | mattered was that he smelled dif- ferently—so differently, in fact. that |at first Andy failed to recognize him. iH ; £3 poke to give smile, direct, fearless and Ply | the dog. ! loi ell,. here ippine | | to time and I don’t want to War | William { re our new soldier Minutes Peepsight sat smoking pen- er's side, and I reckon blood Company, enh?” | sively. tell. ushed “Ah,” murmured Peepsight, “the had was derneath that wood smoke, of canvas and ded perv. scent of EE iH nigh E g 8 ; ° £ i E Ese EfEs i 1M R batteries and brigades, but for the present it made his delicate nose tingle, for he loved Robin so he could not forbear taking long af- fectionate sniffs of him-—and then sneezing and snuffing to clean his nose out. A dainty aristocrat of dog- dom, this Andy. Yes, Robin was different now. Somehow, he seemed much more important around the farm than he had ever been prior to that mysteri- ous disappearance. His father and mother and all the hired hands ap- peated b $0 make much more of him 00, with a pang of jealousy Andy realized this, Robin had little time for him. Even when Andy managed to crawl up into his la after dinner, Robin's agile ED did not rove over him, as of yore, in search of wood-ticks. Andy noted, too, that Robin was no longer interested in organizing a little hunting party out in the hills, Even when Andy dragg yo master's old hunting coat out of e closet and suggested a hunt, Robin only smiled and patted Andy sniffed and sniffed the lovely odor of stale blood and feathers—the birdy odor, mingled with the aroma of blackberry vines, nettles, yerba santa and good oid dirt. He wondered why Robin couldn't smell it, too, and become enamored of the sound of his own voice. He was always talking eagzer- ly and excitedly of men Andy had never heard of before, and the oid folks listened to him as respectfully as if he were a wise old gentleman. | Robin seemed happy enough, how- ever, hence Andy was sadly puzzled when, just before he left them again, Robin climbed into his moth- er's lap and she drew him to her heart and commenced to weep so silently. Andy tried to come in on that part but nobody noticed his wistful little muzzle groving wound for a friendly hand he might lick. When Robn went away the first time and he was gone so had suffered. An intolerable iness had filled his nights. There was the scent of Robin all over the house and particularly in his room, in the closet where his | It was his ambition to go through old clothing hung. Once Andy had seen Robin's mother arranging these clothes and when in the pocket ng, a sl a soiled handkerchief, was very great. And once, out in the shed, And had seen Big Bill Stewart, Robin's ed his to not less than forty mothers and it was his firm intention to keep | i days and | scribed once on Sergeant's G he left would, drat him. The | wisest cuttin’ horse this ranch ever | had.” i | And with a sigh Henry went down |in the pasture to catch Cicero. Two | days later, to the vast surprise of a dvel 2 . | pelDed bimsell lo Peciiighit's Saar : and bridle, went over to the | railroad depot, unloaded Cicero and ‘rode him back to Peepsight's tent. | “Dad sent him down for the cap- | tain,’ Robbie reported happily. “I happened to write dad t that ‘mount of yours and how his running ‘walk was making it hard on the teams, so he’s sent Cicero for the captain's use. When the outfit goes an ounce of superfluous fat on aim. A dark dappled bay horse, short- coupled, a weight carrier, with a fine low action, a beaming eye, and full of life. “Beautiful as an army with ban- ners,” Peepsight murmured. “All of three-quarters thoroughbred.” He smiled up at the boy. “I'm glad your father gave him to me, son. You see, it isn't permissible for an officer to accept a present from an enlisted man." “I know that, sir, That's why I had dad send him. I don't want the battery to think I'm hand-shaking the captain——" “The battery wouldn't think it. They know the man who would try it would be out of luck. Robbie, that horse is cent and I accept him in the friendly, neighborly spirit in which he is sent. Let me have your father's address and I'll write my tharks,” A little later, when wri letter of thanks, Peepsight paused with uplifted pen. “I'd better put ‘n some little lie to cheer the boy's mother,” he decided, and wrote: “Please inform Mrs. Stewart that I have a special interest in Robbie and will keep an eye on him. When we get to the front I will make him my orderly and keep him in a deep dugout with me where the chances of anything hitting him will be prac- tically nil. I have a large family to look after but Robbie is the g- est, so he occupies a special im in the skipper’'s heart.” It is pribable that the Recording Angel, looking down upon Robbie's mother when that letter came to hand, dropped a furtive tear upon the Book of Life and erased the record of Peepsight's kindly lie. He had written exactly the same thing Y° on writing it to every anxious moth- er who wrote him be, him to Reap a watchful eye on her hope- Robbie proved to be a good soldier. his enlistment without missing a call, without having his nam ency book. As a lead driver nothing to be desired; and as a battery commander's mount Cicero was the envy of every captain in the brigade. And when at length over- | father, stand for a long time, 'ook- | ing thoughtfully at Robin's bridle spurs, jaquima and And presently he saddle- saddle and bridle, greased the bit macarte. saddle, the and spurs with vaseline, put the en- tire outfit in a grain sack and tied the sack to a rafter, high up in the | roof, things around, Henry,” he seas orders reached the division and Peepsight faced the ordezl of part- ing with the splendid animal, it was Robbie who solved the problem for him. “Dad says you can ship him back to the ranch, sir,” he explained, “al- though of course the horse is yours. Dad'll keep him until the war is over and the captain needs him again. Lots of feed going to waste to the riding boss. “I get so I ex- | pect to see him coming out of Lai® was loaded into it and sent back to shed whistling for Andy, his outfit on his arm. If he wasn't the only y ” “Sho, boss, right,” Henry had explained. wouldn't worry none about him. The war'll be over before Lis trained and sent over.” “I'm not Big clock when it ock wi I can he don't but his mother’ “Dang your had retorted. go? He won't next brandin’ “How ” phecypart = s veterans—we the Conqueror and Henry of Navarre | “Of course, I knew | couldn't enlist without {and when he asked | wouldn't give it. And look in his eyes and I knew anyhow. I knew he'd keep on ing until he found a recrui § - t saw © o~ his mother would give hers. T reck- oned she'd know you can't keep a bird in the nest once he's ready to fly. But she pom SOmicH} 8) he went anyhow! e way, written me his captain's mount has the fastest sort of running walk and the battery's trotting most of the time to keep up with him.” “That's a smart captain to ride a horse like that, Bill.” “Robin says he can’t help it. He's out of the remount corrals, and Rob- in says there ain't a decent saddle animal there. The government, he says, owns practically all the spoil- country now. He send Peepsight a s for me to po and when the good horse to ride, outfit goes over he'll horse back to us.” “Callect—both ways,” Henry com- plained. “I never did see the like 'o that. ¢’ your'n, Bill, T'll bet he's asked for Cicero?” “He has.” * i T, WM “I can't bear {0 see the veya] Fairs. Bar ig So Peepsight blarneyed the camp quartermaster into lending him a motor lory and two men; Cicero Bar T while the battery entrained | for camp Mills, the embarkation he'll git through all | “xi ring | drop it swiftly--the signal to the. Phil- | watching engineer fixed my | . 1 reckon | come back | never smile ." | down into Robbie Stewart's beaming ’ ry you let him ting of- | ‘limbs, This child's a sort of cherub, ficer that was fool enough to believe tr . his lie that he was twenty-one, So er, Sir, I said I'd give my consent provided he's | got to take the best they give him express the | pl camp on Island, What a wild cheer went up as the men, leaning from the train windows, watched Peepsight, temporarily in command division's of the two batteries which made u the long troop-train, raise his hold it aloft a moment and then ig open his throt- swung aboard in the vestibule saluted him snappily. Peepsight glanced tle. As § “Well, sir, we're off at last, sir.” “Yes son—at last,” Peepsight answered soberly, for he had been th plainti to other wars and to him war was VElY. | only a sorry business, never a joy- | ous adventure. At that moment he | wished he was a private again, a | , care-free, optimistic private nothing to do save perform his inted and die—once; where- t carried the burden of command. Before he should get his many times watching He made his y to his draw- First Sergeant Grasby, to know if to his fath- “It seems his father will be down at the rail- his father knows the troop- is coming, he'll wait and wave to his boy as we rol by—and Robbie is hoping that perhaps we may have to pull in on the Se atk ary bo let a passenger train go by.” ., all means,” the tain re- cap plied. “I want to see Robbie's fath- er myself and thank him in person for Cicero. I'l send orders to the engineer to pull in on the side-track. We'll spend five minutes there.” So at sunset the troop-train pulled in on the side-track at the station, ing a couple of hundred cattle. Peep- ain toward them, horse's heels scampered a white dog. “That must be the boy's father,” the captain thought and stepped off the train to greet him. | “Pags the word. for Private Stewart Jof B Battery to get off,” he called his val DY. i where half a dozen riders were hold- | an galloping over the | e and fe Re at Be | De son. We're moving dents, seventy-nine out, Peepsight called huskily, and thirty Robbie stumbled back to the train, damage. unmindful of the little white figure Motorcycles were ‘that trotted sorrowfully at his heels. fourteen fatal, minety- Peepsight walked down to meet the and ten property damage accidents boy. and trucks with fifty-nine fatal, 892 “Better say good-by to the dog, non-fatal and 855 p damage. too,” he suggested. He looks sort of Passenger cars were in 393 fatal ac. neglected.” cidents, 7231 non-fatal, and 5511 in Robbie lowered one hand and Andy Which only property damage was licked it; when Robbie dropped on reported. une, knee to ake tne silky head i Most of the accidents in the first both hands, Andy utte a short quarter of the year occurred in clear rapturous bark and broke away weather, These accidents totaled 6598 from him. Round and round the boy and included 302 fatal and 3952 he fled; he was transported with de- non-fatal ones, the balance being light in the realization that the lost accidents in which only the vehicles master had noticed him—at last!" were damaged. It was when “All aboard!” Peepsight's stentori- 61 fatal and 1026 non-fatal accidents an command out. happened and snowing when 12 “Good-by, Andy,” Robbie crooned fatal and 333 non-fatal accidents in a strangled voice. ' took place. Eleven fatal accidents He stumbled aboard the train. were reported as having occurred Andy made a flying leap after him, during fog and 161 non-fatal ones but the guard thrust him off the under similar weather conditions. steps, so the dog trotted along paral- In 5691 accidents, the road sur- lel with the train his wistful brown face was dry. Of that number 299 eyes on the windows, in which pres- were fatal, and 3612 non-fatal. The ently appeared the head and shoul- rest involved only property damage, ders he knew so well. Other accidents and the condition “Go home, Andy!” Robbie shouted. of the road surface, 67 fatal, 1343 “Go home!" non-fatal; mud. three fatal, 15 non- But Andy was not in an obedient fatal; snow, 12 fatal, 294 non-fatal; mood. ie was ‘(oing away for ice, 15 fatal, 314 non fatal. good this time and unless he acted In 1359 of the accidents the dam- quickly—— age to Soko Vehicles Waa $50 or He did. He gathered all his speed 688; in 339] 8 it was from and ran ioe at the train. Five $50 to $150; i IN from feet from it he leaped straight for $150 to §250) an ri & Fou 4 that window; and because Robbie © $500. aceiC ents, dam couldn't bear to see him roll under 28¢ to motor vehicles was more ‘the wheels so rapidly gathering $500. headway, %e leaned outward and downward to meet that flying body REAL ESTATE TRANSFERS. with outstretched arms. Into that welcome haven Andy leaped, with a W. H., Noll Jr, et ux, to Ray C. joyous whimper that said as plain Noll, Tr., tract in Pleasant Gap; $1. as anything, “Oh, Lord, Robbie, how p p, Royer, et ux, to Arthur glad I am.” Andy joined the army. Cummings, tract in Miles Twp.; First Sergeant Gaby hi $10,000. enlist and turned to Peepsight stand- : ing on the steps beside him. “Strict Benson R. Confer, et ux, to Har- orders against having dogs on troop- 'V FP. pe, ol ux, trains or transpo sir,” he re- v J Samuel J. Wagner to Walter B. minded the captain in a deprecat- ing voice. Korman, et ux, tract in Harris Twp.; “I can't help it, Grasby. Somehow $225. the boy seems so at home with his pjrgt National Bank of Bellefonte, dog. I think, however, sergeant, that {, tee to Ottavio Berardis, et ux, u and I are suffering from an inact in Bellefonte; $1,500. | optical delusion. =~ Are you ce Margaret Sharer to John Black- thiol we saw a dog-fiy’ in the win burn, tract in Taylor township.; “On second thought, sir,” the ad- $136.99. mirable Grasby replied, “I believe Samuel! D. Blackburn, et al, to it was a piece of paper.” Edith E. Wellar, tract in Halfmoon At sunset a motor-cycle pipe Twp,; $700. rider came roaring up ONE Orlando W. Houtz, et to Rub street of the French village; hear- y ogman tract in Ferguson Twp: ing him come, Si ant Hats $750. out of wi was former- ly ain et but which now sery- | Paul Cutchall, et ux, to T. KE. ed as headquarters for Battery B' Huston, tract in College Twp; ¥1. Nth Field Artillery. Mechanically John L. Holmes, et al, to Maurice his left hand reached out for the Baum, tract in State College; $25, envelope the dispatch rider thrust 000. with two non-fatal i toward him; with brisk stride he jonn, C, Mulfinger to John C. | walked up the street to Peepsight's Tressler, et ux, tract in 8 ' billet and silently handed him the mq, . pring . | envelope William A. Jordan, et to P. H. ES "” ht commented, h. €L_UX, . wh last Seepois t. We're to Storch, tract in Potter Twp.; $1,150. pull out immediately. All-night Ida M. Jordan, ct bar, to P. H, march. Pick up a French guide at Storch, tract in Potter Twp.; $1. the cross-roads just beyond La ¥ere. Joseph M. Lucas, et ux, to George Heard rumors of a concentration of Meyers, et ux, tract in Boggs artillery.—Going to pull off a big and Union Twps.; $300. show, I guess.” Elda Brungart Musser to Celia hat was all of his warning ra 3 least it was sufficient. V. Brungart, tract in Miles Twp; inutes messengers were , Within dys nidie the ne rout- Andy Cwick to ing the lieutenants out of billets; a Scheck, tract in R William Robert | Twp, $1. e blew assembly; presently down ' C. W. Kreamer, Exec, to J. B. | Sic pie winding, narrow street the Ard, tract in Haines Twp.; $75. chiefs of sections came at the double with their drivers and cannoneers and quietly fell in. Rolls were called. “Fal in here again in fen mip ”n r . utes, with full equipment, y Otive HL Tia “ ’ ordered.. “Dismissed? ine Hughes, tract in Bellefonte: As the men scattered for their $3,000. billets to prepare for the march Gras- john M. Schiele, et to by tossed a curt command or two gp Charles, tract us to the mess sergeant, to the supply g2 501, C. W. Kreamer, Exec, to J. B. , tract in Haines Twp.; $34, C. W. Kreamer, Exec, to J. B. Ard, tract in Haines Twp.; $47.50 i | Elsie in Philipsburg; sergeant, and then went back ! B. Moore to Clark 3 his orderly room to help the bat- Mary E. ] . Mills, tery ion the. fi desk tract in Howard Twp.; $1. eep- _ John M. Boob, sheriff, to Howard sight and his lieutenant came down E. Holizworth, tract in Unionville; to the Place where fe Sum Sid} $350 NDE amenttr: a0. Eels were ry was ' ‘ y ’ Shisaces ee aeet standing to F. Cook, tract in Bellefonte; $1600. | head beside the horses. | John M. Boob, sheriff, to John E. | Robbie Stewart gathered the lead Bressler, tract in Ferguson Twp.; ‘team No. 1 piece and moved for- $7,100. ward easily into draft, the swing jonn M. Boob, sheriff, to Union team and the wheelers taking their joint Stock Bank, tract in cue from him. Peepsight marked how worth Twp.; $178. | well the boy did it and nodded with Harry W. | brief approbation; as the first SeC- peam, et ux, trac | tion moved forward, Andy, from $1 : his place on the limber of No. 1 ' piece, commenced barking joyously. | Along ihe Jet flank of he | marching column Peepsight rode | a while and his heart beat high with | pride; presently he rode to the head | of the column and joined his detail. them tried to | At the cross-roads beyond La Fere ,...... aq at dusk it rode the horses the French was encountered, | 4,00 water at a little river. An y on "antiaircraft battery hidden on lently he joined the detail and .,,",,,osite bank riddled the Hun be 0 long night the march | after his first burst, but Ties horus conlanu were killed and so was rly, Just before daylight they parked yp, grove the swing team on No. 1. in a ruined village and spent the “pope hag a bullet hole through ‘day there; at dusk they moved out ,. to no "oe another through bis again toward a line of dim flashes ne he ni that rose and fell on the distant sky- canteen; w nb airp Te | 2S paigit rode up to Robbie meadow a hundred yards away and “How about you. lad?” “Finer than silk, peti Rigt: brave- | ly the words came, ye | dutected in them the faintest note | | of . hysteria. Peepsight flashed a | small electric torch in the boy's face for an instant. Robbie was very his lips trembled as he es-| mile. To himself Peepsight va h imagination. He'll es tc John M. in Potter Twp; { They bivouacked just before day- light in another village, and all day long enemy airplanes hummed over- one | { | psight and First Sergeant Go were on the scene a few ' minutes after Robbie had under- one his first baptism of fire. Pri- te Enderly, in falling, had pitched Robbie's Shovides Ho a red him liberally : iid little while Peepsight, Seeing Prince | the unconscious. boy, thought thel always Was dea | : “Too muc for" Aloud he said: “You'll do, | son. Tired, aren't you? “Yes, sir. Brownie and | have hard mouths. They're | fighting the bit, sir.” i i i (Concluded next week)
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