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CHAPTER \'.â€"â€"(Cont'd.) “Yes, I have stopped tWO bullets, one in the foot and another in the shoulder, but I uickly got over it. have been wongerfully lucky. You will get used to it after a bit; you seem a plucky chap; you don't look like the sort that runs away. Although, mind you, I have seen plucky chaps hook it." m ,,_, “NB, not plucky,” said Tom; “but I dont think I Would run away." “Wait ml the shrapnel is falling ground you; wait till great pieces of Jaggedx slqell mow men down on your at!" uvn 5““ guy” ...- V. ___V, J" 7 _ right and on your left. Still we have stuck so far, and We must stick to the end. Still, from a military standpoint," and here the lsergeant spoke judicially, “our holding Wipers is a bad policy. You see, it’s a sali- ent and the Germans’ guns are all around'us; but if we made a straight line we should give them Wipers, and that would have a bad effect Just look in here,” and he pointed to a house, the front of which was com- pletely blown away, but the rest of which remained comparatively intact. “There’s the room just as those poor blighters of Belgians left it,” continu- ed the sergeant. “See the baby’s shoes, and the kiddy’s dress? There are one 9r twu pictures .-on the wall, not of much value, or those blooming souvenir-hunters would? have got 'em_." "RD'cTizdflhink We shall liék 'em'! asked Tom- “Lick ‘em! Of course we shall,” saidI the sergeant, who had served nearly twenty years in the Afmy. “Mindi you, it will be no easy job. Up to! now they have had the upper hand of us, both in men and munitions; but! we are gaining on 'em now. What 1‘ can‘t stand is those blooming swipes,1 those shirkers who sit at home and‘ who call themselves men. _ I tell‘yqul I’m for conscription out and out. This} is no job to be played with; if we don't! put forth our strength we can’t beat? ’em:-. But just think of those swine,} who read the papers and talk about beéting the Germans, who strut about with their patent-leather boots and fine clothes, and try to make out that' they are gentlemen, but who won‘t face the music; that’s what sickens} me. Who are we fighting for, I1 should like to know? We are fighting“ for them, and for our women, and for‘ the country. They think they can; stop at home and criticise, and then‘ when we have done the work. share the benefits. Great God!"â€"and here the sergeant indulged in some unâ€" printable languageâ€"“I would like to get_hold of them.” i‘v‘I‘sii’? it, (Viiéiigerrous, here?” asked Tom, as another shrieking shell pass- ed over their heads. “Not just now,’ replied the other; “their ,shells are falling on the other side of the town. Of course," he ad- ded casually, “they may fall here any moment.” who ggl? Abdognm lsumpc:x-t\.w1t our e 9 casan um: on o as direct for 051330!“wa sou. mmuremqnt form. Representatives Wanted. A splendid opvormntty to make mongy. ~ The most afleotive Co 159! for maxi. Rich Ya Delicate-m Clean mad Full oi Aroma. an! consume. man 87 NM 3‘. a- Woman Write to-day tor paruculars THE LIFTUP (Patent) 51' a bit; You an don’t look runs away. I have seen Fufiuéfiéd ‘by Headm- & nlted. London and Toronto “I asked you jL‘ “whether you hate mats" “Yes, you did,‘ I }. th?geant, “and I _w 7n I was in a scrap once, and after a hard tussle, and after losing lots of men a lot of Germans held up their hancls and shouted, ‘We surrender." Our officer, a young chap new to the job, and knowing nothing of their tricks, instead of telling them to come to us, told us to go to them, they hold- ing up theighands all the time; ‘but no sooner did we get near them than they up with their istols and shot two of our chaps. T ey thought our officer was going to take it lying ddwn, and whenthey were taken prisâ€" oners they laughed and said every: thing was fair in war; but our young officer saw red, and he said ‘No my lads, you are going to kingdom come.’ ‘What!’ shrieked those German, swine, ‘will you kill men after they have sur- rendered?’ ‘You are not men; said the lieutenant; ‘men don’t shoot after they’ve surrenderedâ€"only Germans do that.” “And then?" asked Tom, “then ” .“Ah well," replied the sergeant grimly, “there were no questions ask- ed in the morning.’_’ “Great God!” said Tom, “what a ghastly thing war is!" ' “Wait till you have seen it, my lad,” realied the sergeant.” u, A _,,°_,,,, or some Weeks Tom was in the neighborhood of Ypres without tak- ing any part inâ€"the fighting. Dur- ing that time he got ’accustomed to the constant booming of the guns, and to the fact that any moment a shell might fall near him and blow him into ‘ eternity. On more than one occasion, too, he roamed around the ruins of Ypres; and while he could not be called an imaginable lad, he could not help be- ing impressed by the ghastly desola- tion of this one-time beautiful city. In many of the streets not one stone was left upon another, not one of the inhabitants who had formerly lived there remained; all had fled- it was in- deed a "city of the dead. “1‘0 Tom the ruins of the great Cloth Hall and the Cathedral Were not the most terrible; what appealed to him most were the empty houses in which things were left by the panic-stricken people. Bedsteads twisted into shapeless masses; clothes half burnt; remnants of pieces of cloth which tradesmen had been in the act of cutting and stitch- ing; children’s toys, and thousands of other things which suggested to the boy the life the people had been living. Not a bird sang, not even a street dog roamed amidst the shapeless desola- tion; the ghastlé horror of it all pos- sessed him. reat gaping holes in the old ramparts of the city; trees torn u b their roots and scorched by dea g re: this was Ypres, not de- stroyed dy the necessities of war, but by pure _ evilry. L m 71“ L‘ 0mg, oust“ LLUyaL uunuannuuu Le...” liers, who was on night duty. It was he who reported Potts’s heroism to the captain, and the captain, in turn, laid the case before the authorities. Meanwhile, the sentry had gone to the trench and brought back several men. They carried a blanket, and accompanied Potts to the place where he had left‘Andrews. Potts bad start- ed his journey ebout six in the evenâ€" ing, and it was now halfâ€"past nine. Both the wounded men were speed- ily conveyed to a field-ambulance dressing station, where their wounds were tended. Potts was invalided home at once, and while en route to England received the news that he had been awarded the great prize so dear to every British soldier. He had re- garded his thrilling exploit as an or- dinary incident, and was startled when he learned how highly it was esteem- ed. “You could have knocked me down with a feather," said the “Shovel V.C.,” “for I never thought I had done anything wonderful.” 0 v' Our Far-Flung Battle Line. "God of our Fathers known of old God of our far-flung battle line. Beneath whose awful hand we h01d Dominion over palm and pine.” nu.» uvvn. . U: At last Tom‘s turn came to go up to the front trenches. It was with a ‘ strange feeling at heart {hat he, with :others, crept alon the pave road to- ‘wards the commun cation trench. They had to be very careful, because this ,road was constantly swept by the ‘Germa machine guns. Pre ently, *when t ey came to a house use as e iflrst dressin station close to the be- : inning of t communication trench. ‘ om felt his ear ow eoi . Stiii,‘ with sci; teeth, a a hardiook in isi eyes, he groped his way along t e l"crouch through Piccadilly, and Hay-‘ , arkei. anti and Street, and White- ! all (for n this manner do the soldiers name the various parts of the zigzag cuttings through the clef); w iie all the time he could hear he ‘Denrer Than ~§rown ‘avoaary B 109 There was no romance in war now it was a grim. ghastly reality. Aftei following the lines of the trenches f0] well-nigh an hour he was informe( that he had now reached the fron line and was within a hundred or z hundred and fifty yards of the Huns For the moment there was a compara tive quiet, only occasionally did ht hear the sound of a gun, while th: shrieking of the shells was less fre quent. Danger seemed very fa away; he was in a deep hole in th‘ ground, and above the earthwork Were great heaps of sand-bags. Hm could he be hurt? The men whom hi company was sent to relieve seeme‘ i high good spirits too, they laughe and talked and bandied jokes. “Ther seems no danger here," thought Torr An hour passed and still all was com parativelylfluiet. ‘ Pep, pep. pep, pep of the gugs, and the shrieking of_ the Wounded British Trooper Saved An- other VVounded Soldier's Life. _"““-~â€"___M~â€" THE MOST VALUABLE BOOK In the charge that the Brltish' made - .__ 0T1 Hillr 70 dlll‘ilggttthe dGallathieciaArfi‘ Oldest and Best Manuscript of. the paign rooper o s an nva - l . I . _ ‘ drews were wounded and, on account whoe Bib e m Latm of the deadly fire of the TurkS. Wel'e In the Mediceo Laurentian Museum obliged to lie in a hollow between the in Florence is a volume known as the “1165 away from their comrades for Codex Amiatinus,~which is sqid to be “"0 nights and tWO days- , the most valuable book in the world. When darkness fell 0“ the “‘1”; We learn that the Codex Amiatinus “.5”-.. v...“ . When darkness fell on the third night, says the author of Heroes of the Great War, the two men determin- ed to make a dash for the British lines, Cost what it might. At first Andrews was able to crawl with the help of Potts but soon was forced to give in. As Potts crouched beside his companion, wondering how he could carry him, he had an inspira- tion. He had seen near by"a number of discarded shovels, and he now crawled over and got one of them. At last Potts reached the foot of the hill and gained the shelter of a wood. -Here the rested for a few minutes, then Went forward to lo& for a path through the wood, leaving his com- panion seated on the shovel. He had not proceeded more than twenty yards when suddenly he received a sharp command to halt. He had struck the British lines and found himself facing a bayonet. A hurried explanation saved his life. The first man to grasp him by the hand was Sergt.LMaj. Stubâ€" bing', Sixth Royal Enniskillen Fusil- liers, who was on night duty. It was he who reported Potts’s heroism to the captain, and the captain, in turn, laid the case before the authorities. ‘ Meanwhile, the sentry had gone to the trench and brought back several men. They carried a blanket, and accompanied Potts to the place where he had left' Andrews. Potts bad start- ed his journey about six in the evenâ€" ing, and it was now half-past nine. In a few minutes he was gently placing the wounded man on it. And- rews sat with his back to Potts and, with his hands over his shoulders, grasped Pott’s hands. Although he. was becoming weaker every minute, Potts braced himself for the heavy and dangerous task before him. Fix- ing the shovel to his equipment, he started, carefully and slowly, to drag his human freight down the hill. The journey was risky as well as tedious, for there was the ever-present possi- bility that they would be seen or heard by the cunning Turkish snipers, who were always active by night. Both the wounded men were speed- ily conveyed to a field-ambulance dressing station, where their wounds were tended. Potts was invalided home at once, and while en ro'ute to England received the news that he had 1been awarded the great prize so dear to every British soldier. He had re- garded his thrilling exploit as an or- dinary incident, and was startled when he learned how highly it was esteem- ed. One of Andrew’s legs was useless, and that added to the difficulty of get- ting him down the hill. As they proâ€" gressed painfully the Turks fired at them; but in spite of the need for haste Poggs had to stop about every six yards 31nd lie down, owing to his weakened condition. nun u.-- .H, her navy has controlled the sea since the outbreak of the war. There is a British expedition in Mesopotamia, a British expeditionary force at Salo- nika, another expedition in Pales- tine. British monitors and British at- tiliery are operating with the Itaiiama near Trieste, and British armored cars are supporting the Russian armies on the Eastern front. "God of our Fathers known of old God of our far-flung battlé line. Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine.” Thus wrote Kipling of the British Empire twenty years ago when ’he penned the “Recessional.” It was pos- sible then for Britain to talk about her “far-flung battle line.” But what about that battle llne to-day. Britain has over two mlllion_men in France; THE “SHOVEL V. (To be continued.) s of sand-bags. How ? 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