The Washington herald., 1917-11-09

One morning very early they asked
| for volunteers 70 reconnoiter the en-
emy's positions. Journee offered him
self. as did three others. They crawl
ed to the top OF an eminence which
dominated the most advanced German
lines. While the sergeant who ac-
companied them noted the lay OF the
land the men slid down behind the
ridge. which protected them. Seated
there, they lighted their pipes. Sud-
denly a shell burst In their midst
Journee had the upper part of his
body torn OF and thrown some feet
away. The others fell. mangled by
the explosion. Only the sergeant es-
capped. He left his dangerous posi-
4 ton and returned slowly to fnd his
company.
Whats the natter" they asked
him. You are alone"
"A she'll" he answered IAN Kill.
ed"
''And Journee7''
"Journee is there with the others"
Journee was very popular with his
comrades. Their faces became grave.
Day broke tsrdily. pale and list
less. as IL saddened at what Il was
about to see.
|
geant decided that they should 20
to look for the dead men in order
to bury them within the line. Many
offered themselves for that mission.
| GouTlainne and Pallons wished 20
bring I'm Journee. The sergeant guid-
ed them. From watching so many
nights the soldiers had gotten 90 that
| they could see pretty well IN the
darkness. They discovered in the
underbrush the dead Of the night
before. They brought them back for
burial
! Safe in the rear. they searched the
corpses for their identificati ton papers
and for souvenirs.
And the pipe?" said Migot, when
they went through Journee's pockets
! He was smoking when he was
killed" answered the sergeant.
They could not find the pipe. GoUl-
lainue recalled that he thought he
had seen it in the underbrush.
! For Heavens sake" cried Migot.
why. didn't you pick il up7"
"You'n have TO go and get Il your
self"
| 'In 90. Journee has always said
that he would bequeath Il 20 US n
he were killed A beautiful pipe like
that-would you leave it to the Ger
mans?"
you are a fool" said the sergeant.
Are you going TO go back there
now?"
In fact. the bombardment had be-
gun again. All the ground in front OF
the trenches was slashed with shells.
Migot shrugged his shoulders and left
the shelter. He crawled slowly and
nonchalantly. Dawn came. One could
hear nothing but the incessant roar
of the cannon. The suns rays were
reflected on the blue tips Of the grass.
On a certain large space the soil
was dug up here and there and the
underground was destroyed. On the
earth there were brown spots
Here is the place" MiSot said to
himself.
4 He looked about him In a moment
or two he spied some feet away Jour
pocket and returned without mishap.
Laughter.
| Have you got it,
Il surely have t."
But while you were away We
buried the owner
Goullainne and Pallona were Etin dig
ginE Journee's grave. The remains
rested on a sheet Migot looked at
them. He felt a strange tuEging At
his heart. Here was another who
would never return! What a brave
fellow Journee wasi
Suddenly he felt in his pocket the
pipe, the beautiful pipe. II was heavy
as stone. He remembered his Ehastlv
pleasantly and was ashamed. How
could he keep that which had been
the last consolation OF his comrsdeH
He drew out the white meerschsum
pipe with the laughing face OF the
| zouave, and placed il on the sheet
which held what remained OF Jouruce.
Here" he said TO the volunteer
| gravedicgers, ''bury this. too. Jour
nee ought TO have il with him WheT-
ever he goes. II came from the only
woman i'm the world Who ever gave
him even a little OF her love. New
York Tribune.