The Seattle star. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1899-1947, 1914-09-14

put mo softly aside. and stood up.
Il must 40 out now. my dear.
20 my colonel Have your cry
out when come back hope
20 find you firm and cheerful.
That IN what have need OF. and
not "a DO shaken with sad nntici.
patlonH Az such "A decisive mo.
ment as this my own dear little
wife surely VIII do nothing 20 take
tho heart out OF me or damp my
ardour for exploits7 Goodbye.
my treasure" And he departed
! collected myself. His last
words were stiil ringing IN my
ears. Yes. plainly my duty nov
was not merely not To damp. but
ms FAR as possible 20 increase. HIS
spirit and his ardour for exploits
That IL the only way in which we
women can exercise our patrio.
tiam. IN which We can take any
share Ia the glory our husbands
bring home from the battleflelds
battlefield" Is surprising how
this word suddenly presented a..
self 10 my mind In two radically
different meanings. Partly In the
accustomed historical significa.
ton. 80 pathetic. and so calculated
TO awake the highest admiration.
partly In the ionthsomeness OF the
bloody. brutal syllable fight.
Yes, those poor men who were be.
Ing hurried ont had 10 lie stricken
down on the field. with their gap.
Ing. bleeding wounds. and among
them perhaps-and loud shrek
escaped me as the thought passed
through my mind.
II was n time OF excitement. Tho
war has broken out" People for.
get that II is really two masses OF
men who are rushing to fight each
other. and conceive Of the event ms
II II was some exalted overriding
third power. whose outbreak com
pcls two mAsscs into the fight.
In the early days OF May-thcy
were luckily cold and rainy days
sunny spring weather would
have made too painful a contrast
- The regiment into which Arno had
exchanged marched At seven In
the morning
All. tho preceding night! What
terrible night II was n the
dear ono had only been going on
n journey OF business, FREQ from
any danger. the parting would
have made me unspeakabiy sorrow
parting IL indeed so sad. but
10 the war 10 meet tho fiery shower
OF tho eneny's bullets, Why could
! no longer on that night apprehand
at all In that word war" It's Gle.
waited historical Specification. but
only its terror and threatening OF
DEATH
Arno had fallen asleep. He lay
there breathing quietly. with
cheerful expression on his features.
! had lighted a fresh candle and
put II behind a screen: I could not
be in the dark that night. or sleep
there was no question whatever for
me In that. the last. night.
felt that must spend the whole
time In gazing at least into the be.
loved face. lay on our bed
wrapped in a dressing gown. and.
with my elbow on the pillow. and
my chin resting on the palm OF my
hand. looked down on the sleeper
and wept silently. How love you,
how ! love you. my own one--and
Won ARE going away from mo. Why
Is fate so cruels
How shall I live without you?
oh. that you may soon come back 10
met Oh. God. my good God, my
Father abovei let him come
back soon--him and all. Let there
be peacel Why then cannot there
be peace always? We were so hap
py--perhaps too happy--for there
cannot be any perfect happiness on
earth. oh. rapture, II he comes
homo unhurt, and then lies at my
side an he Is doing now, and no
parting threatened for the morrow
How quietly you are sleeping. oh.
my dear. brave husbandl But how
shall you sleep there?
There there is no soft bed for
you hung with silk and lace: there
you must lie on the hard, wet earth
perhaps In some dltch--helpless
wounded" And with this thought
I could not help picturlng gap.
ing sabre-cut on his forehead, with
tho blood trickling from II, or n
bullet wound in HIS breast--and
hot pang OF compassion seized me.
How I should have liked to throw
my arms around him and kiss him
but | dared not wake him, he
wanted this invigorating sleep.
Not six o'clock yeti-tlck-tack,
tick-tack. unpityingly swift and sure
time marches on to every mark