The daily Alaskan., 1917-11-15

| days, lL was nara 10 huOW ue Wds On the ship, only a few feet away. and yet l could not even speak to him. l begged so hard to see him that they finally let him up, and after that he was allowed to come to me when he was off duty.
 He told me the men were getting anxious to land. They had recovered | from their seasickness and wanted to see what it was like lover there." All were in the best of health. AS their appetites returned they complained more and more about their rations, which is to be expected. At mess one evening a homesick Sammy talked about the deep dish huckleberry pie his mother used to make. He almost i caused a riot.
 "Youll be pickin' berries out of the air soon, boy. lead ones" said Sam my, who had eaten his pie mostly on of lunch counters all his life.
 For the most part those were dreary | days for me. as l saw my husband only for a short time when he did get up to my prison. Outside l could hear all the noises of the troOps-noises that | had sounded so sweet in my ears be- l fore. There were the calls of the crap players, the plaintive music of the ukelcle, no longer soothing to me now, | and the harmOnizing of the old, sad ] tunes. Previously the accomplished player of the luke" had been the most popular man on board, and he was yet l for all l know, but not with me. would have liked to kill him when he tuned up.
 Much time was on my hands for thinking. was proud of the respect 1 these soldiers of Uncle Sam had shown me-a girl-when they had every op- ] portunity to take advantage of me with me living among them as one of the gang. am speaking of those who were aware of my presence on board. | They ought to make a fine record in France, both in and out of the trench es. was also proud l hadn't been seasick, although had never been on l some of the rockies in this respect any | way, for they had been a seasick crowd.
 Neither had l had any fear of sub | marines, even though cannot swim . stroke This was more than some of 1 the recruits could say. Several of them had been very open bored as they broke Into sweats of pure fear with each submarine alarm for drill purposes. I felt, perhaps, would fit better in the | trenches than they would.
 About noon one day heard a great commOtion on board Men were run uing backward and forward. shouting and calling to one another. Things J were being moved in a hurry. The ! whole ship throbbed with new life. l tried to discover the cause of the eX- cItement by peeping through my single porthOle, but could see nothing. A guard came 10 my door and knocked.
 Land to starboard!" he shouted. He was a nice fellow and couldn't hold out such startling information from me.
 There was a lump in my throat the size of an apple Would ever set foot in France? The officers had promised they would do all they could to get the authorities to let me stay. The army officers were especially nice to me. ] believe they sincerely wanted to see me win out after the chances had taken.
 Some of them 1 know openly urged l be permitted to land. It was the ships captain, technically in charge of me, who killed all my prospects, as I found out later.
 It was on Saturday we came into port. We were not sure of the Eame or the place, although we had pretty fair idea what 1t was.
 Extra guards were stationed to watch me. The quartermaster captain was taking no chances on my sneaking ashore. Once he passed my cabin.
 ,"Watch that porthole," he ordered. She's as slippery as an eel. We don't want any more of this foolishness."
 By and by the ship came to anchor. could hear the men going ashore. Was my husband with them? l did not know. The thought that he might be ordered off without 50 much as goodby drove me nearly crazy. I guess was quite mad for a time was no longer a soldier facing fate with 8 smile. was a woman deprived of one of the sacred rights of love.
 After a long while the bustle on board ceased. The boys were going. could hear the shouts of welcome on the shore and the music of the brass bands. Brass bands reminded me of home and the good old days at the camp In Doug las. started to rave again. l threw myself on my berth. Some one picked me up in a pair of strong arms and stood me on the floor. l let out one
 war whoop of happiness. It was the "old man."
 | I've got permission to stay on board