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
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nigh
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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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
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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.”
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(Concluded next week)