Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-18

repuse of death by strong waters. -Four days
later he sat on the side of his cot and said to
the patients mildly: I'D a liken to "a spoken
to im-so | should"
But at that time Bobby was reading yet an
other letter-he had the most persistent cor
respondence of any man in camp-and was
even then about TO write that the sickness had
abated, and in another week at the outside
would be gone. He did not intend to say that
the Chill of sick mans hand seemed to have
struck into his heart, whose capacities fc.
affection he dwelt at such length. He did
intend to enclose the illustrated program OF
the forthcoming sing song whereof he was not
u little proud. He also intended to write
many other matters which do not concern us,
and doubtless would have done so but befor.
the slight feverish headache which made him
duh and unresponsive at mess.
you overriding it, Bobby" said his skip
per; might give the rest of us credit for doing
a little work. You go on as if you were the
whole mess rolled into one Take it easy"
81 will" said Bobby. I'm feeling done up
somehow" Revere looked at him anxious!y
and said nothing
There was Pickering of lanterns about the
camp that night, and rumor that brought
men out Of their cots to the tent doors, pad
ding of naked feet of doolle bearers and the
rush of galloping horse.
"Wots up" asked twenty tents. And through
twenty tents the answer-"Wick, 'es
down"
They brought the news to Revere and his
groaned. ANY one but Bobby and shouldn't
have cared! The Sergeant Major was right"
Not going out this Journey" gasped Bobby
as he was lifted from the doolie. mot going
out this journey" Then with air of supreme
conviction: Il can't, you see."
Not If l can do anything" said the Ser
geant Major, who had fastened over from the
mess where he had been dining.
He and the Regimental Sergeant fought to-
gether with death for the life of Bobby Wick
Their ministratons were interrupted by q
hairy apparition in blue-gray dressing gown
who stared in roundeyed horror at the bed
and cried: COW, eaven! 1t can't be I'M" IN
I'll an indignant hospital orderly whisked him
away.
If care of man and desire to live could
have done aught, Bobby would have been saved.
AS it he made a fight for three days, and
the Sergeant Majors brow increased.
We'll save him yet, he said and the sur
geon who though he ranked with the captain,
had very youthful heart went out upon the
word and pranced joyousfy In the mud
Not going out this Journey" whispered
Bobby Wick CALAMITY at the end of the third
day.
Bravo said the Sergeant Major That's
the way to look at it, Bobby"
AS evening fell a gray shade gathered
around Bobby's mouth, and he turned mis- face
to the tent wall YEARLY. The Sergeant Major
frowned
I'm awfully tired said Bobby, very family.
Whats the use of bothering me with medi-
cine? I-don't-want-it. Let me alone,'
The desire for life had departed and Bobby
was content to drift away on the easy tide Of
death.
IT'S no good" said the Sergeant Major. "He
doesn't want to live. He's meeting it, poor
child" And he blew his nose
Half mile away the regimental band was
playing the overture of the sing song, for the
men had been told that Bobby was out OF
danger The clash OF the brass and the wall
Of the horns reached Bobby's ears
An expression of hopeless irritation crossed
the boys face, and he tried to shake his head
The Sergeant Major bent down: What is
It, Bobby" mot that waltz" muttered Bobby.
That's our own-our very ownest own
Mummy dear"
With this oracular sentence he sank into
the stupor that gave place to death the next
morning.
Revere his eyes very red at the RIM and
his nose very white, went into Bobby's tent
to write letter to Papa Wick, which should
bow the white head Of the ex-commissioner
Of Chota- Buldana In the keenest sorrow Of his
life. Bobby's little store Of papers lay in con-
fusion on the table, and among them half
finished letter. The last sentence ran, so you
see, darling there is really no fear, because as
long as know you care for me, and Gaze for
you, nothing can touch me-"
Revere stayed In the tent for an hour
when he came out his eyes were redder than
ever.
Private Conklin sat a turned down bucket
and listened to not unfamiliar tune Private
Conllin was a convalescent and should have
been tenderly treated,
"Ho." said Private Conklin There's an
other bloomin' orf'cer?Rloomin' OFFICER? I'll
learn You to msname the likes of I'm Hangel.
Boomin' Hange! That's wot e isl
And the hospital officer was SO satisfied with
the Justice of the punishment that he did not
even order Private Dormsr back 10 his cot