South Bend news-times. (South Bend, Ind.) 1913-1938, 1918-12-19

ounce ought me. must be, counted,
Clyde dear" said Mrs. Bancroft
When Dick gets over there and
YOU read his letters about the in
domitable spirit of the French and
Of our other allies your attitude will
undergo a decided change When
you have somebody you love on that
far flung battle line you will re-
gard one lump of sugar as some
things precious, realizing that if
YOU waste that and hundreds Of
thousands Of other unthinking
women waste that much. your own
Dick may have 10 go without sugar
for days" She leaned over and
patted the white, well cared for
hands of teh girl Nineteen hun
dread years ago it took one cross
lifted high TO give men a vision, 10
make men realize that il is not all
of life 20 live nor all of death TO
die Within the last half century
men have gone money mad. They
have been wOrshiping two gods.
pleasure and cOmmercialism. And
now it is taking millions of little
crosses, row on row in the poppy
strewn fields Of Flanders, over
which larks sing as they wing their
way toward the far blue sky, to give
men once more the beautiful vision
without which no nation can en-
dure-"
The poor. dwarfed mind of clyde
Danly began to grasp something of
the import of the young Canadian
woman's words. out Of some hith
erto unknown we'll spring in the
girls hear there began to flow a lit
tie stream Of understanding, Of
sympathy. charity and love. She
was Just beginning 10 apologize for
the selfish remarks she had uttered
when a maid called Mrs. Bancroft
to the telephone
The desk tina. held the telephone
was i'm plain view Of the long, hand
some living room. Clyde watched
her hostess, thinking over what she
had just said. She saw Mrs. Ban
croft sway a little in the chair as
she heard the message, saw her
put up her hand as if TO ward off
an impending blow. When she
came back toward the group of
women. each of them felt in
stinctively that she had heard bad
news. They know that Geographic
messages were sent over the tele-
phone wires whenever possible.
All color had drained out of Mrs.
Bancrofts face. Even her lips wore
as the lips Of the dead clyde
watched her. trying to think Of
something 10 say 70 break the aw-
full silence that had fallen over all
OF them Each Of them waited for
the other TO speak. Mrs. Bancroft
sat down and tok up her knitting.
The needles clicked noisily. A ray
of sunlight from a nearby window
touched them 10 flame as they flew
in and out of the soft cream wool
CLYDE could stand it no longer.
Did you-did you hear bad news
Mrs. Bancroft lifted her head and
looked at them Her eyes We're
clear and shining. Only the tremb-
ling chin showed deep emotion as
she answered, "A great honor has
come TO me. John was killed in ac-
ton. somewhere in France. dying
that all men shall be free Let us
carry on" She took up her knit
ting again and the needles cleaned
like quivering points of riame-
Clyde Danly fell down beside Mrs.
Bancroft, finging her surong young
arms around her. "Oh, 7 want
Dick TO so now" she sobbed pas
sionately. IT want him to go''
So i'm the very hour that told Of
ono souI psssfrc a new soul was
horn i'm - American girl. The
sacIes of se@hness dropped from
her sight and one new cross in
Flanders fields lifted her eyes high
above the soaring. singing larks 20
n vision that shall endure when all
-l,-n raIn