The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1918-08-10
CHAPTER xxiv-Continued.

On his left, in the darkness, he could
make out the shadowy forms of trees
crawling on his hands and knees, stop
ping and crouchlng with fear at each
shell-burst, he finally reached IN old
orchard and covered at the base of n
shot-scarred apple tree.
He remained there all night, listen
ing to the sound of the guns and ever
praying, praying that his useless life
would be spared.
AS dawn began to break, he could
discern little dark objects prOtruding
from the ground all about him. Curl
osity mastered his fear and he crawled
TO one of the objects, and there in the
uncertain light, he read on little
wooden cross:
"Pte. III. s. Wheaton, No. 1910. LIST
London Regt. Il. L. Killed In action.
April %, 1916. II. l. F." Crest In
Peace).
When II dawncd on him that he had
been hiding all right in cemetery
his reason seemed to leave him, and u
mad desire to be free from 1t all made
him rush madly away. falling over lit
tie wooden crosses, smashing some and
trampling others under his feet.
In his flight he came to an old
French dugout, half caved In and par
TALLY filed with SHINY and filthy wa
ter.
Like fox being chased by the
hounds, he ducked into this hole, and
threw himself on a pile Of old empty
sandbdgs, wet and widowed. Then
Inconsistencies.
On the next day, he came to; far
distant voices sounded In his ears.
Opening his eyes, In the entrance of
the dugout he saw Il corporal and two
men with fixed bayonets.
The corporal was addressing him:
"Get up, you whte-livered blighter !!
Curse you and the day you ever Joined
ID company, spelling their fine rec
ord It'll be you up against the wall,
and good job too. Get hold Of him,
men, and II he makes a break, give him
the bayonet, and send 1t home the cow
nrdly sneak Come on, you, move,
we've been looking for you long
enough"
Lloyd trembling and weakened by
his long fast, tottered out. assisted by
a soldier on each side of him.
They took him before the captain,
but could get nothing out of him but:
"For Gods sake, sir, don't have me
shot, don't have me shot!"
The captain, utterly disguised with
him, sent him under escort to division
headquarters for trial by court-mar-
tlai, charged with desertion under fire.
They shoot deserters In France.
During his trial, Lloyd sat as one
dazed, and could put nothing forward
In his defense, only an occasional
.Don't have me shOt!"
His sentence was passed: ITO be
snot at 3 ;S8 o'clock In the morning Of
May 10, 1916" This meant that he
had only one more day to live.
: He did not realize the awfulness Of
his sentence; his brain seemed para
,lyzed. He knew nothing Of his trip,
under guard, In motor lorry to the
sandbagged guardroom In the village.
WhcTc uc WIS uuihpeu Oi thc hOOt
left, while sentry with a fixed bayo-
net paced up and down in front of the
entrance.
Bully beef, water and biscuits were
left beside him for his supper.
The sentry, seeing that he ate moth
ing, came inside and shook him by the
shoulder, saying In kind voice:
"Cheero. laddIe, better eat some
thing. You'll feel better. Don't give
up hope. You'll be pardoned before
morning. know the way they run
these things. They're only trying to
scare ou,ythat's all. Come now, that's
q good lad, eat something. tn make
the world look different to you"
The good-hearted sentry knew he
was lying about the pardon. He knew
nothing short of miracle could save
the poor lad.
Lloyd listened eagerly to his sentry's
words, and believed them. A look Of
hope came into his eyes, and he raven
lously ate the meal beside him.
In about an hours time. the chap
lain came to see him, but Lloyd would
have none Of him. He wanted no par
son; he was to be pardoncd.
The artillery behind the lines sud
denly opened up with everything they