The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1913-01-23

Louis, my life henceforth is yours.
| shall take care of you and if neces-
sary work for you. But that will not
be necessary. My husband has left
me competency, enough to live the
simple life to which we have been ac-
customed from our childhood. / have
done my duty toward him so long as
he lived, and now that he is dead what
was his is mine, and | am sure he
would not grudge me the comfort Of
sharing it with YOU
| Nader made no reply. He was
thinking of the words spoken by the
soldier on the field of battle. But
now, since | am about to die. all that
has gone from me. l am even willing
that my wife should he happy with
him." He recalled, too the look on
the mans face when he saw the flask
containing that which would quench
the horrible thirst and give him little
strength to bear his sufferings. And
he rejoiced that he had conquered his
own craving and bestowed the boon on
his comrade
Marya came often to see the MANNED
soldier, and while she rejoced that
| she might minister to him he found in
| the ministrations of one he loved and
| who loved him solace for his mis-
| fortune. His wound healed slowly,
and since they We're separated in their
| homes, her attendance upon him was
| inconvenient and difficult In order
| that she might do more for him it was
deemed better that they should be
| married and live under one rooftree
Some shook their heads that widow
| of but a few months should marry,
| but older persons approved of the plan,
and the pair were made one.
And now to return to the soldier ly-
ing on the battlefield. who had ac-
cepted his comrades last drink The
same rescue party who had succored
his wounded comrade. thinking him
dead passed on. Another party, ac-
| companied by medical officer, came.
and the surgeon, placing his ear over
the soldiers heart, found that It
still beat. He ordered Il restorative
and the man removed to a hospital.
There the soldier was revived, and
when he had come to condition to be
questioned, an officer who was taking
the names of the wounded asked his
name.
The soldier hesitated. A faraway
look was in his eyes. but the officer
had no time to heed it.
Your namew he repeated impa-
tiently.
august Helm"
The officer passed on, not knowing
that the patient had not given the
name that belonged to him.
Helm, as he appeared on the hospital
list, lay for weeks lowering between
life and death At last. pale and enact
| ated, he was DISCHARGED. not only from
the hospital but from the army. and
tottered toward his home On the
road he fell in with another discharg-
ed soldier limpng along with his foot
and head bound up, and the two jour
neyed together.
81 am going home" said the man to
Helm. "to my dear wife. | have done
my duty by my country and have
earned a reunion with her | love"
81, too, am going home. to find-I ex-
| pect-my wife with a former lover. |
have doubtless been reported among
the dead. since gave false name at
the hospital"
And what will you co if you find
the case us you eXpectT
God knowsw replied Helm.
When their paths separated the sol
der said to Helm: "Goodby. l hope
that you will find that your wife has
loved you and remained true to you"
"Goodby," was the reply. 81 am pre-
pared for the worst"
xviii you kill himY'
81 don't know"
Helm tottered on, stopping at times
by the way to gather little strength
or perhaps because he dreaded to know
his comrade who had gone on to the
woman of whose affections he had no
| doubt. And 50 one evening as dusk
was falling he approached the village
wherein was his home He waited on
the outskirts until the inha bitants were
all within doors. then went on and,
coming to his own house, looked 10
| through u window
A cheerful fire blaZed on the hearth,
but there was no one in the room.
tl,r A
chill came over the watchers heart, for
there was no sign Of mourning in her
apparel. She put some logs on the fire.
then drew an easy chair up before it.
Leaving her apartment, she presently
returned, her hand on the arm Of
man walking by means of crutches.
The soldier without uttered stihed
cry.
The manned man was he who had
given him his last drink-the drink he
was mad for, the drink that saved his
| life.
Recently n ship arrived at an Ameri
can port on whose passenger list was
the name of August Helm. In Monte
negro lives his wife, who supposes him
dead. Neither she nor the man she be-
| lieves to be her legal husband knows
that they owe their happiness to the
sacrifice OF little brandy on the field
Of battle.
Notions as to Lost Arts"
Current tradition credits the ancients
with many "lost arts" 1t is still com
mon to hear people say that means
unknown to us must have been EN-
MI Ia,