Evening public ledger. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1914-1942, 1918-06-08

baton. d you mean this. Rob? why.
IT'S only n list of the casualties" she
said, reprovingly. as though such q list
could be of no special interest to them.
Only! Read 'efn, I said"
D~umfounded. she read them down.
Suddenly she stiffened, peered closer at
the printed sheet and then turned in q
bewildered fashion to her brother.
IT can't be he. Rob; why. Bert was
dead"
IT Is true. He was only a boy, bu.
ne died for his country. while you--hats
TO give up an old party"
The Things That Coun.
Myra's eyes were misty as she re-.
membered the boy. Suddenly she bright.
ened, Across mernory,s page was com.
time when she had really admired the
lad and forgot his much-befreckled
eountenance. She turned aninlatedly to
one worth while thing Bert had done in
her presence.
Rob Bert did have a brave nature,
even though perhaps we didn't realize Il
at the time. / remember one beautiful
home from school together. We were
crossing a swampy field over a narrow
path. Suddenly a nasty little greer
Ii in the re esfss it Hn hsnd Just ahead q me
ioudest, Bert, who was chasing a but.
terfy just back of me, hurried near
70 see what the trouble was. suggest.
tile go it's way, but Bert emphat,caIiy
SAID no. the younger children were com.
eoms Just scr behind US and they; too; would
n1onstrated. boldly he took heavy stones
ana crushed the menacing creature be.
tore the other children came along.
Myra Consents
on Bob. I never thought about It In
that light before. but what Bert aid
i hs dny IVES what he tried to do when
ali ali t fhs's seIdis wasn't so II. It's Just what
make this world safer for those who
come after. I see it all now. Oh, what
z seIhsh creature I've been! Oh. Rob,
MFra looked M into her brothers face
she sighed a bit woefully. but thers
was real bravery in her voice as she
II know what you are aching to ask,
iSob. seeing that | have been the OBJ.
iector until now"
Until now-does that mean that you
brave effort.
Yes. | couldn't say otherwise now.
Rob. Uncle Sam needs every young
man. and-and Bert's place in the ranks
Thank you. Sis. he does need us,
every one and I've wanted so much to
HhsWer the call. l know mothern be
glad"
An hour liter, when Mrs. Crane en-.
tered. the house. smiling happily with
the thought of a morning we'll spent. a
distinct odor of scorched potatoes crept
up her nose. Hurrying into the kitchen
trough the sitting room. a surprising
sight met her eyes.
Molly. supremacy unconscious of burnt
potatoes. was buSily experimenting tho
cutting out of a big red cross. while
Myra's unframed fingers were clumsily
following instructions. The boy. wills.
tim happily. was gathering IN the re.
mains of tan silk. from which the dainty
sewing bag, hanging across the chair
arm. had been cut.
At a glance the mother knew that
something unusual had happened. and
burnt potatoes and everything else were
forgotten until she heard the story OF
the casualty list and how 1T. had
awakened the heart of her daughter al
last.
With her arms about her daughter,
the mothers eyes looked over the bronze
tresses and smiled bravely. proudly at
her son. who was soon to be one OF
Uncle Sans soldier boys.
NOHddy'S Com plete .NOrelette-
! a RDMlNCE IN KHAKI"