The Press., 1915-05-12
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 l During the day the field on which , Glover was lying was fought over, being lost and retaken by each side half dozen times. On one of these | advances by the English he was car ried back to their trenches and in due | time sent to England with load of ! wounded comrades. Arriving in Lon | don he was placed in hospital, where his life hung in the balance for awhile; then he began slowly to mend. One of the strangest features of war is that one who has experienced its sufferings and its terrors when out of | it has an unconquerable desire to get back to it again. Though Glover was as comfortable as a wounded man could be made, though he received ire Quent visits from his sweetheart, he was constantly making inquiries of the surgeons as to how soon he would be able to return to the front. One morning he was told that dur ing the day the hospital would be hon. ored by visit from a member of the
 cabinet. Thinking it about time he tidied himself up, he asked his nurse for basin in which to wash his hands and face, and when the barber came to make his daily round Glover re- ceived the first shave since he was wounded. At 3 o'clock in the afternoon there
 was a stir among the attendants, the door of the ward in which Glover was lying was thrown open, and tall man with black mustache attended by number of officers and citizens entered Advancing to the nearest cot, he spoke a few words to the invalid, then went down the aisle between the beds, ad- dressing a word here and word there. till he reached Glover. The Canadian looked at him, feeling sure that he had seen him before. Then 1t flashed upon him that he was the man who had ridden with him in a cab when he was seeing the sights of London.
 By this time Glover had learned the difference between a private and an officer and the difference between a subaltern and general. While the stranger was advancing he had asked who he was and was told that he was Lord Kitchener, secretary for war and acknowledged to be the greatest living organizer of an army. Glover, remem- bering how he had talked falniliarly with one so far above him in rank, would have pulled the covers up over his face to avoid recognition, but he realized that this would not be allow able. The secretary for war approach ed his bedside, spoke to him and passed on. He had been too preoccupied by the mighty task before him when rid ing in the cab in Glover's company to recognize him on meeting him again Glover was more thankful than if he had missed an exploding shell.
 Not long after this Glover was in formed that he was to be discharged from the service on account of disabil- ity. He was as much disgruntled as his fiancee was pleased. AS soon as he was we'll enough he was removed to her home, where he received her constant attention. He had spoken to her of having met one who knew her, but she could not identify the person by his description. He was so em- barrassed at having conversed famil iarly with the secretary for war that he could not bring himself to tell her of the episode. At any rate, he put off doing so.
 As soon as Glover was as well as he would ever be-he'd lost an arm-a wedding day was fixed for his and Gladys marriage. One day when the pair were shopping together in London they met on the street the man who had shared a cab with Glover-in other words, the secretary for war. He stop ped to speak to Gladys and to tell her that he was sorry he had not the time to attend her wedding.
 Glover looked the other way, but Gladys insisted on introducing him to her friend. This time the secretary looked at Glover with more fixed at tention and remembered him.
 q think, he remarked, "that I have seen you before. Did we not some months ago ride in the same cab?"
 we did, and since then I have had sufficient experience in war to last me a whole lifetime"
 "So I observe" remarked the secre- tary, looking attentively at the empty sleeve.
 MT. and Mrs. Glover have returned to Canada, where the husband is the recipient of much attention. His friends do what they can to get him to tell of his service at the front, and he will accommodate them. Fortu- nately for him they would rather hear q bout this than the sights of London. At any mention of the latter subject he shuts up like mouse trap.