The Press., 1915-05-12
Gbe Empty Sleeve An Episode of the European
 War.
By MARTHA v. MONROE.

met at the cab door by a tall, athletic looking man in a cutaway coat and silk hat. The gentleman looked about ing any, said to the young soldier:
 Perhaps if we happen to be going the same way we can both use the cab"
 I'm going to Westminster abbey"
 And I go to Downing street. That will be very little out of the way if al all Get in."
 The youngster entered the cab, fol lowed by the other, who first gave some directions that the soldier did not hear.
 Are you a resident of LondonT ask. ed the young man by way of opening | conversation.
 'T am."
 "Pm a stranger. I'm from Canada. came over with the troops that land cd the other day. I've got leave for the day to go sightseeing. I shall take in the abbey first.'
 "You'n find it very interesting"
 By the bye, you, being a Londoner, can perhaps tell me how to get to this place" And he handed the gentleman sitting beside him a paper on which was written the name of a suburban town.
 'To go there you take the Padding ton station. Tell the driver. He'll know."'
 "I can't go today, have so much to see. When I go back to Montreal-if live through the war-everybody will ask me, Have you seen this and have you seen that in LondonP and I don't want to say I haven't. So 1 told the young lady who lives at that address she must come to camp to see me in- stead of my taking up the time granted me for leaves to go out of town on railway
 (Which means that you are engaged to her?'
 That's just what it does mean. She was brought up in Canada. Her fla ther came to England a year ago. When the war broke out and you fel lows over here called on us Canadians to help you out I thought it would be good opportunity to come over and see her. So enlisted"
 The gentleman cast a side glance at his companion, but said nothing.
 Do you think it will be much of a hghtT asked the youngster.
 "A very big fight"
 "Well, don't mind seeing some serv- ice. I dare say it will be a valuable experience. Of course I don't want to get killed. Gladys-I mean Miss Ark right; she's my fiancee, you know-she don't like the idea"-
 "Arkright?' interrupted the gentle man-'Samuel Arkright's daughter?'
 "Yes. Do you know him?' Quite we'll"
 "My name Is Glover-James Glover of the tn Canadian foot. I suppose you have met my fiancee?-
 "Oh, yes, know Gladys Arkright."
 "Nice girl, isn't she?' looking up wistfully for the strangers approval of the girl he loved.
 "Gladys is lovely girl"
 By this time the cab had stopped and the gentleman got out
 'To the abbey" he said to the cab
 
 the Canadian: Much obliged for ac- commodating me. When you see Gladys give her my love"
 'Who shall I say?"
 But before the other could reply he was buttonholed by a man, and as he entered the building for which he was headed half dozen others surrounded him.
 Private James Glover visited West and various other sights. Wherever he was recognized as a Canadian soldier he met with kindly greetings. Every inquiry he made was responded to with alacrity, and an old gentleman of sev- enty volunteered to take him to see several curiosities of which he had not heard. When he returned to camp he was informed that his regiment would be moved the next day to a channel port to be carried to France. He had barely time to write a brief goodby to his sweetheart before he turned in for the night and was up before the sun the next morning.
 Young Glover found the trenches in- deed an experience. Having come from a cold climate, he stood winter weather fairly we'll. His introduction to natural war was like that of most other men who for the first time listen ed to the din of battle. He was bad ly scared. But they were making vet erans rapidly in those days, and the Canadian soon got that control of himself which marks the difference be- tween raw recruit and a veteran Then, too, when in the thick of 1t he lost consciousness of everything but what he and his comrades were do- ing. When he shot at the enemy he shot as he would at flock of birds. not because he had any animosity to- ward them, but because of the excite ment he was under.
 One day after long cannonading on the part of the allies the order was given to charge the trenches. Glover was back of a line of bayonets moving at double quick pace across a field when suddenly he was turned con- pletely round, then fell in a heap. The Germans fire was so murderous that his comrades, reachiIs depression in the earth, dropped while myriads of all sorts of missiles passed over them | Then re-enforcements came, passed on and were driven back to the allies | trenches, leaving their dead and wounded behind them. That night Glover lay on the battle | field. Now and again the glare of | Bearchlights fell on objects about him, | giving ghastly hue to everything and intensifying that on the faces of his | dead and wounded companions. To- ward morning there was a lull in the | firing of cannon, and after daylight | another dash was made from the al- | lies lines, and the ground captured was held long enough to remove some of | @ha xu1,r-HoI D,k CtIoro. =