Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1917-07-21
THE DAY OF WRATH
STORY OF 1914
BY Louis Tracy
BY Louis Tracy

ers. Yet You can cit nothinli orr yer chest
but lnw-dahn CoCknoy whceze wen
hCnciaCtor's givin' yer the strife tin. Pore
Shlncy! Nc think yer Coin' back to Ileng-
llnd, ONE an bcauty--to the barrick-
square. bully-beef an booze. an plenty o.
IT, Dontchcr believe It, Wut you're in fer
Is dose o German Kutur. Wen yer
ships been torpedoed fourteen times be-
tween llostend an Dover, Wen yer sarth-
eastern trinc as bumped inter biker's
dozen o different sorts q mines, wen you're
Hepped the mlnnU you crorse the Strend
TO the nearest pub, you'll begin ter twig
wot the Hemperor OF All the 'Uns is ack-
shally a-doin' Of. It's hall hup vie yer.
Shincy! You've ether got ter lie dnhn an
dol, er learn German Nah witch is it ter
be? Go west wiv yer benighted country, or
go nap on the Keyser?"
"Torklng o. pubs reminds me-" yawned
| Shiney. II couldn't get any forrarder on
! that ginger-po the Belgian hornccrs gev
us. In one O. them Yewlands' pawketbooks
| there was five French quid. Wot abart q
| bottle o beer?"
What abart IT," agreed smthy in
| stantly
The soap was drying on Dalroys face,
| but he thrust his head out of the window
! TO look at two OF Britain's first line swag-
| gering through the gateway of the inn
and whistling TITS a Long, Long Way to
| Tippcrary." Smith and Shiney were true
| types of the somewhat cynical but ever
roady-witted and lauEhter-loving Londoner
who makes such flrst-rate fighting man.
| They were Just n couple Of ordinary Tom
| mics" The deadly fury of Mons the
| daily and nightly peril Of the march through
n land stricken by brutal enemy the
score Of little battles which they had con-
! Quoted with an amazing skill and hardi-
| hood--thesc phases of Immortality troubled
them not at ALL An eye-rolling and saber-
| rafting emperor might rock the social
| foundations of half the world. his braggart
! hcnChmen destroy that which they could
never rebuild, his frantic gang OF poets
| and professors indte Hymns OF Hate and
| blasphemous catch-words like "Gott strafe
| England" but the Smithies and SHINES Of
| the British army would never fail to cock
humorous eye at tho vaporers and say
sarcastcalv. well. an wot abart it?"
Somehow. on the 7th Of September, 1914
| there was a hitch in tho naval program
devised by the Deutscher SIarlneamt. Tho
| Belgian packet-boat Princess Clementne
| steamed from Ostend TO Dover through n
| smiling sea unvoXed by Krupp or any other
form of Kultur. warshlps, big and little
were there in squadrons; but gaunt super
| drcadnousht and perky destroyer alike were
| aggressively British.
The boat was crowded with refugees; (;
but Dalroy. knowing the Witness Of
stewards. had experienced slight difficulty
in securing two chairs already loaded with
portmanteaus and wraps. lie heard then,
| for the first time, why Irene fed so preclpi-
| lately from Berlin. She was a guest In
| the house Of n Minister Of state, and one
of the ITohenzollsrn princ~lings came there
| TO luncheon on that fateful Monday, Au-
| gust 3.
| At the twelfth hour she found that her
| host father Of two girls Of her own age
| the school friends, In fact, TO whom sh,
| was returning n vsit-was actually II
league with her persecutor % keep her II
| Berlin,
She ran in Panic, her one thought bein
to join her sister in Brussels and reaol
| home.
80 you sec, dear" she said, with one o
| those DELIGHTFULLY."- shy glances which Dalrov
loved to provoke, II was quite as much
sought after as you, and I would certainly
have been stopped on the Dutch frontier
| had I travelled by any other train"
! The two were packed into carriage filled
| to excess They had no luggage other than
| a small parcel apiece, containing certain
! articles of clothing which might fetch six.
| nence in n ragshop, but were of great and
| lasting value to the present owners.
At Charing Cross, while they were walk
ing side by side down the platform, Irene
| ghrleked "There they are!" She darted for
ward and flung herself into the arms of
| two elderly people, brother in khaki, with
the badges of a Guard regiment, and a sister
| of the happer order.
Dalroy had been told at Dover to report
| at once to the War Office, as he. carried
| much valuable information in his head and
Won Halwigs well-flled notebook in his
nocket He hung back while the embracing
was in progress. Then Irene introduced him
TO her family.
(Copyrlght, Edward j. Clode)
CONTINUED MONDAY