The Barre daily times. (Barre, Vt.) 1897-1959, 1917-12-03

money which he knew would be waitin,
for him. And Dennis, the irresponsible
grocers boy, who almost invariably for
got the one most important item of my
order, and who went off whistling de
spite the reprimand. He was Away
saying tender nothings to my Finnisl
waitress who understood his eyes better
than his words And sallow, sharp ea
tured Jacob, son of kertola, the news
dealer, who always made mistakes in my
bill. He had told me, with lighting OF
his dull eyes, of winning the phonograph
at the Royal Arcanum fair.
Dominicol Dennis jacob Their
names are printed every week now in
our village paper, under the caption
Our Roll of Honor"
| And suddenly looked into the future.
| Can that be Dominco's black eyes star
ing up unseeingly from No Mans land to
mist hung sky? Are those Dennis
merry lips twisted in pain as his pals
carry him back to the trenchesl Is that
Jacobs narrow forehead. ivory hued and
dripping with the cold moisture of NOR
tai agony against the background of a
hospital pillow
Such a little time since all three of
them were serving me and mine for
wages ON which they could dream OF
sweethearts and homes of their own
and now all three of them fighting for
me, giving themselves, their hopes-their
all that their country and mine may be
safe from invasion.
Dominica ennis-Jacob-- broth.
ers in France.
Ny hostess rose abruptly and switched
on the light.
Il think I'll put up the car. II can't
burn another gallon of gas. when ] think
her voice broke-"for my brothers in
France
AT dinner that night we ate no butter
on our bread. We drank coffee without
sugar.
An emotional impulse. aroused by a
boys vivid Imagination.
No-a message so stern that it is not
to be denied.
All my life candy has been my one in
diligence. 1t has taken me weeks to sub
due the yearning and send chocolate to
my brothers in France.
Last years coat, furnished with bit I
of fur, seems luxurious when / think of /
my brothers in France, plodding through |
mud
1t is easy TO forego the rug | had |
myself all summer, and to darn
and turn upside down the curtains which
thought would never do another season,
when / think of Dominica, Dennis and
Jacob huddled in dugouts for me-
Last week. a Canadian man, the only
me of his family not in France land
his only because of his years. walked
With me through our suburban town.
Dozens of our handsomest homes have
,een closed for the winter. This man
topped before a particularly spacious
louse and stared at its boarded doors
md windows.
They'll all be open six months from
Iow-as homes for convalescent sol
iers"
Yesterday | rode the length of New
'ork's famous Riverside drive. Like a
lately panorama. the luxurious homes !
nd apartments unroled before my eyes. .
'ilmy lace hung at windows, from which
eered now a servant in uniform, now
woman marvelously coiffed and gowned. .
ow pedigreed dog decked with ribbon. F,
'es hundreds of these But in FIVE
HUNS l. touHttu oH my uHEciH the ioou {
cards and the flags that I
ung in those windows. .
And began to wonder if God-and my !
rothers in France would stand between I
lch homes-and invasionl What the !
omen behind the filmy curtains would =
o if the Huns poured over Manhattan
land and these tents of luxury should a
Dck under their bombs. 3
America awake! n
Our men are in the trenches to-day! n
In your dreams in your soul, select n
our brother in France. that unknown, r
manned American man who is fighting
IT you-and then live for him-24 hours
day.