The daily Alaskan., 1917-11-16
CHAPTER VI.
Home Again, but Not Glad of It.

IN spent most of the time allowed
 me on deck daily for exercise, watching and hoping for a glimpse of my husband, eyes glued to the spot where l knew the camp to be. The boys must have been kept pretty close, because did not see them again.
 My husband had promised he would do everything in his power to get them to permit me to land. knew he would keep his word. still hoped they would relent and l could go and Join the Red Cross, even if I could not be regular soldier.
 Every time a boat put out from the pier l held my breath and prayed 1t was some one bringing good news for me. Theu when 1t didn't l was 50 dis appointed would start crying all fresh again.
 Maybe you can imagine just how l felt. There was the shore, only a stones throw away. l had braved all kinds of hardshlps and dangers to reach 1t. My husband, the truest and best Sammie that ever wore khaki, was there. And here was a prisoner.
 A hundred times ut night walked to the porthole and watched the lights twinkling in the town. It seemed closer some way at night. One even- ing the officer of the ship was walk ing by with a soldier. My light was out. and they could not see me. He was apparently questioning the pri- vate. did not recognize the silhou- cite, so l took him for rookie.
 Garter said he tried to get her to go back, but she wouldn't do it." said the officer. She's one of those babies who always have their own way. wish she had been my wife for about minute. What he should have done was to knock her cold. call an ambulance and take her to the hospital. Maybe attss chat shed listen to reason"
 "Yes? After that there would have been two of us in the hospital" called through the porthoe. And Uncle Sam would have been minus one per fectly good soldier for awhile"
 The officer wheeled around He looked as If he would sell himself for plugged penny, He started to beg my pardon, but l ducked back into the stateroom in the dark and left him flat.
 My husband went ashore on Mon- day. Wednesday one of the boys told me he had been back on board the day before, but the captain had refused him permission to see me.
 That night l kept my eyes on the sailors on watch. If one of them had fallen asleep or gone inside after some thing l made up my mind l would go over, take a chance aud swim for 1t. If l had to wait for one of them to weaken would die of old age. You've got to hand 1t to them for that.
 Soldiers Get Great Welcome.
 They told me the boys were having great time ashore. The people had given them the keys of the town and were doing nothing but showing the Sammies around. France was turning itself upside down to welcome them. The French girls were bombarding them with kisses and good things to eat, and the men were skipping them on the back and calling them comrade and more In French as best they could' which was none too good.
 Don't 1t get your goat to think may be one of them French dolls Is plant ing a kiss on your old mans browr said the guard who brought me the news. knew he was trying to tease me.
 Goat nothing" laughed. "Let them go to 1t. A soldier deserves all the kisses he can collect"
 The fifth day after I said goodby to my husband was up on deck watch ing, as usual, for any sign of some ono coming to get me when a transport farther along the line of ships began to move out. In a few minutes 1t was fol- lowed by another. That meant we were about to start our voyage back. My heart sank into my shoes. I would not see my husband again. was not to go with the Red Cross and take care of the boys when they were wounded. Coming over the ocean did not seem so wide. Now 1t looked like million miles across tome.
 "Our orders are to take you to your quarters and keep you there until VIC ora sa fa outsidan n laid ODa of my guards. don't remember how got there. I guess they half led me and half carried me. I heard bugle blow ing somewhere over in the town. It was manned by an American. Every