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Little Talks by
Beatrice Fairfax
I clipped the following from a
newspaper recently:
"Danville, 111., Mrs. E. Wolgamott,
e;hty years old, whose husband was
among those reported "missing" dur
ing the Civil War. and who had kept
a lighted lamp in the window of her
cottage for more than fifty years,
hoping that some day he would re
turn, and the light might guide him;
home, is dead at the hospital at Kan-,
kakee.
"Her husband was a member ofj
the One Hundred and Twenty-fifth!
Illinois Infantry, which was organ-'
ized in Danville."
I am old-fashioned enough to he-!
lieve these two found each other atj
last, and the war-bride of fifty years'
ago feels repaid for lighting the
lamp in her window all those years.
I've had so many letters from girls;
■who want to know whether it would!
be advisable to marry their soldier j
sweethearts before the boys sail for;
"over there." that I am going to at
tempt something in the way of a col
lective answer.
In the first place, the wisdom of j
a war marriage depends on the tvpei
of girl about to become a 'war bride.'
The question cannot be answered by
"yes" or "no"; circumstances and
the individual must decide the case, j
The girl's position will be hard
enough, in any event, and unless she
has the love "many waters cannot
quench." and the grim ability to'
live from day to day in suspense, and !
to face anything the future may'
bring, she would better defer her j
wedding.
It would be absurd for a suscept-;
able little butterfly, always interest-j
ed in the last man she meets, to'
marry a soldier. She would probi- I
bl.v cry her eyes out at parting, then
feel sorry for herself when she saw i
other girls going to dances and pic
tures and realized as a married wo-,
man. she was not getting as much at- j
tention as formerly.
She'd Imagine a Tragedy
Then probably someone else would
come along, and she would Imagine
she had a regular three-act tragedy 1
on her hands. Therefore, to the.
pretty, susceptible butterfly let me ;
say. and say as emphatically as I am
capable of: The lot of a "war bride"
is not for you.
It takes sterner stuff than but
terflies are made of to stand t!,e
strain and suspense and the st?el->
ing of heart and hand every time
one picks up a newspaper with its
dread casualty list.
It takes something of the heroi"
spirit that sent our Pilgrim woman
across an unknown sea into an un
known land and steadied them to
face the waiting hardships, because
they loved the men who loved free
dom. They would not consent to
wait for their men in comfort, by an
English fireside, till the wilderness
had been subdued.
The chances of being a heroic
"war bride" are good, if any of my
girl correspondents who have writ-,
ten on this subject has in her veins
the blood of some pioneer woman l
who helped to settle our great West.
Have you ever thought of the
rart played by these women in the
colonizing of our Western States?;
Day after day they traveled in the
big covered wagons, cooking, wash
ing. keeping house as they made!
their way across the wilderness, i
The sun rose behind them in the
morning, overtook them, dropped
fcelow the horizon at night month -
after month, year after year, some-1
times—as they plodded along in tliej
lumbering, creaking wagon.
Sometimes children were born on
U>ee Journeys, and again, children
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died, and the mother would put up
a cross in the wilderness and pray!
she might come back to the little j
grave some day.
The Something That Makes Empires
And again they would push on, j
not knowing- what the next day
would bring forth—an Indian mas
sacre, perhaps, an attack by wild
beasts or the loss of all their pos- j
sessions, in crossing some swollen [
stream. But dogged, resolute, they j
kept on. building up, day by Jay, ;
that something of which empires are (
made.
And giving to their descendants,
even to the third and fourth gen
eration. that grit, fiber, backbone—
call it what you will—that has been
the saving grace of the American
people.
Sometimes we seem to lose this
quality, and ferow soft, when luxury
overtakes us. but in the long run
it may be depended on when the
clinch comes, to land us—"over the
top."
To girls who have some of the
stoicism of the pioneer women in
their makeup, I would say, by all
means, marry your soldier boy and
—God bless you. But to the butter
fly. don't take your feelings too se
riously—there will be other soldier
hoys and other civilians, too, for
that matter.
The other day in a department;
store. I noticed a girl in the act of j
measuring something throw hack!
her head and pass her hand over her
face. I saw that her teara had |
been too quick, and that she was
careful to save the delicate fabric
she was handling.
She told me her husband had left I
for France about two weeks ago: I
as he left her he called back: "So!
long, girl—l'll see you again!" "I i
know now." she said, "he meant'
we'd meet again—somewhere—even i
if he didn't come back."
He Couldn't Say "Good-by"
She went on to say, after he had
gone a couple of hours, a messen
ger had brought her a letter say
ing; he was sailing next day—and;
the one thing he could not do, was'
to say "Good-by."
She had married him three months
before, with her parents' consent,
and they had promised to stand by
her through everything. In the
meantime, she had kept on with
her work in the department store,
so that she wouldn't have too much
time to think—and, throwing back
her head, I suppose, when the tears
proved troublesome.
I had no doubt as to that girl;
she was fine and true and loyal;
every line of her face proclaimed
that she was the type of poor old
Mrs. Wolgamott, who could wait j
fifty years and keep her loveliglit
burning in the window.
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" Outwitting
By Lieutenant Pat O'Brien
(Copyright, 1918, by Pat Alva O'Brien.)
CHAPTKR XII
The I'orKfii Pai* port
whom I applied for
tithe passport nor the
j house in which he
i : ' vj" v 'd. While, in view
' '' of " bat subsequent
happened, I
ftTyJlwQu'd not be very
concerned if
he got into trouble
for having dealt
| with nte. I realize that the hardships
I he had endured in common with all
j the other inhabitants of that con
j quered city may possibly have dis
i torted his idea of light "and justice.
and I shall not deliberately bring
| further disaster on him bv revealing
! his identity.
i This man—we will call him Huy
j liger because that is as unlike his
i name as *it is mine—was very kind
i to me on that memorable night when
j I aroused him from his sleep and in
j a few words of explanation told him
) of my plight.
He Invited me inside, prepared
j some food for me and, putting on a
| dressing gown, came and sat by me
I while 1 ate. listening with the great
j est interest to the short account I
1 gave him of my adventures.
| He could speak English fluently, i
| and h e interrupted me' several times
j to express his sympathy for the suf
; ferings I had endured.
I "O'Brien," he said, after I had con
| eluded my story. "I am going to help
; you. It may take several days—per
\ haps as long as two weeks—-but
j eventually we will provide the means
. to enable you to get into Holland."
| I thanked him a thousand times
; and told him that I didn't know how
I could possibly repay him.
Help In "Outm IttlnK the Hun"
"Don't think of that." he replied,
"the satisfaction of knowing that I
have aided in placing one more vic
tim of the Huns beyond their power
to harm will more than repay me
for all the risk I shall run in help
ing you. You'd better turn in now,
O'Brien, and in the morn',n< I'll tell
you what I plan to do. '
As I removed my clotUos and no
ticed that my knees were still swol
len to twice their normal size, that
my left ankle was black and blue
from the wrench I had given it when
I Jumped from the train and that
my ribs showed through my skin, I
realized what a lot I had been
through. As a matter of fact. I
could not have weighed more than
150 pounds at that time, whereas I
had tipped the scales at 100 pounds
when I was with my 3quadron in
France.
I lost no time in getting into bi-d
and still less in getting to sleep. I
don't know what I dreamel of that
night, but I had plenty of time to
go through the expediences of my
whole life, for when I \va.i aroused
by a knock on the door and Huyliger
entered in response to in/ invitation
to enter he told me that it was near
ly noon! I had slept for neatly
twelve hours.
I cannot say that thj thought did
not run through my head that per
haps after all I was living 'n a fool's
paradise, and that when Huyliger le
appeared it would be with i couple
of German soldiers behind liim, but
I dismissed such misgivings sura
marily, realizing that I was doing
Huyliger an injustice to let such
things enter my head even for an .'n
stant.
I had no right to doubt his sincer
ity and it would do me no good to
entertain such suspicions. If he was
going to prove treacherous to me, I
was powerless, anyway, to cope with
him.
Han a Heavenly Meal
In a few moments my host renp
peared with a tray containing my
breakfast. I don't suppose I shall
ever forget that meal. It consisted
of a cup of cofTee—real coffee, not
the kind I had at Courtral—several
slices of bread, some hot potatoes
and a dish of scrambled eggs.
Every mouthful of that meal tasted
like angelfood to me, and Huyliger
sat on the edge of the bed and
watched me enjoying it, at the smne
time outlining the plans he naj made
for my escape.
In brief, the scheme was to con
ceal me in a convent until conditions
were ripe for me to make m >' wny to
the border. In the meanwhile I was
to be dressed In the garb of a priest,
and when the time came for me to
leave the city I was Hf prsteni that
I was a Spanish sailor, because 1
could speak a little Spanish, which
I had picked up on the coast. To
attempt to play the part of a Bel-
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gian would become increasingly dif
ficult, he pointed out, and would
bring inevitable disaster in the event
that I was called upon to speak.
Huyliger said I would be given
sufficient money to bribe the Ger
man guards at the Dutch frontier and
he assured me that everything would
work out according to schedule.
"Yours is not the first case.
O Brien, we have handled success
fully," he declared. "Only three
weeks ago 1 heard from an English
merchant who had escaped from a
German detention camp and came to
me for assistance and whom I had
been able to get through the lines.
His message telling me of his safe
arrival in Rotterdam came to me in
an indirect way, of course: but the
fact that the plans we had made
carried through without mishap
makes me feel that we ought to ce
able to do as much for you."
I told Huyliger I was ready to fol
low his instructions and would do
anything he suggested.
"I want to rejoin my squadron ps
soon as I possibly can," I told him,
"but I realize that it will take a
certain length of time for you to
make the necessary arrangements,
and I will be as patient as I can."
Role of Spanish Sailor
The first thing to do, Huyliger told
me, was to prepare a passport. He
had a blank one and it was a com
paratively simple matter to fill in
the spaces, using a genuine passport
which Huyliger possessed as a sam
ple of the handwriting of the pass
port clerk.
My occupation was entered as that
of a sailor. My birthplace we gave
as Spain, and we put my age at 30.
As a matter of fact, at that time I
could easily have passed for 35, but
we figured that with proper food and
a decent place to sleep at night, I
could soon regain my normal appear
ance, and the passport would have to
serve me, perhaps, for several weeks
to come.
Filling: in the blank spaces on the
passport was, as I have said, a com
paratively easy matter, but that did
not begin to fill the bill. Every
genuine passport bore an official
rubber stamp, something like an
elaborate postmark, and I was at a
loss to know how to get over that
difficulty.
Fortunately, however, Huyliger
had half of a rubber stamp, which
had evidently been thrown away by
the Germans, and he planned to con
struct the other half out of the cork
from a wine bottle. He was very
skilful with a penknife and. although
he spoiled a score or more of corks
before he succeeded In getting any
thing like the result he was after,
the finished article was far better
than our most sanguine expectations.
Indeed, after we had par id '.t over
here and there and removed what
ever imperfections our repeated test
disclosed, we had a stamp which
made an impression so closely re
sembling the original that without a
magnifying glass, we were eure, it
would have been impossible to tell
that it was a counterfeit.
Photographed For Panaport
Huyliger procured a camera and
took a photograph of me to paste on
the passport in the place provided
for that purpose, and we then had a
passport which was entirely satis
factory to both of us and w.ould, we
hoped, prove equally so to our
friends, the Huns.
It had taken two days to fix up
the passport. In the meanwhile Huy
liger informed me that he had
changed his plans about the convent
and that, instead, he would take me
to an empty house, where I could
remain in safety until he told me It
was advisable for me to proceed to
the frontier.
This was quite agreeable to me, as
I had had some misgivings as to the
kind of a priest I would make, and
it seemed to me to be safer to re
main aloof from everyone in a de
serted house than to have to mingle
with people or come in contact with
them, even with the best of dis
guises.
That night I accompanied Huyliger
to a fashionable section of the city,
where the house in which I was to
be concealed was located.
This house turned out to be a four
story structure of brick. Huyliger
told me that it had been occupied by
a wealthy Belgian before the war,
but since 1914 It had been uninhab
ited save for the occasion il habita
tion of some refugee whom Huyliger
was befriending.
Huyliger had a key u:iJ lt me In.
but lie did not enter tie house with
me. stating that he wonid V.'Mt me,
in the morning.
(To Be Contlnnet!)
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Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX
COULD YOU BE HAPPY!
DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am 19 and motherless. I live with
strangers and have to support a little
sister. I met a young man seven
year® my senior and he asked me to
marry him. My relatives know him
and know his character. He earns a
large salary and is able to support a
wife. But he has one fault —he is
very stingy. I don't love him. but
my friends say I will learn to love
him. Kindly advise what to do.
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How much happiness do you think
you will have with a man you call
stingy and for whom you feel no
love? After ail, you are marying
him —if marry him you do—for
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what are you going to get out of your
ugly bargain? I don't believe much
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man art all possible if he is kind nncP
generous and his character is line. On
the other hand, love is not quite the
romantic, feverish, sentimental thini
of moonshine and kisses and heart
throbs which girls imagine it. With
affection, respect and congeniality,
you might find happiness. But with
nothing but money to give you joy,
how can you possibly feel like any
thing but a creature who has sold
herself? Think over you own feel
ings toward the man. and don't marry
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