The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-07-03

Sally loved them all, though some
in cot No /, who had fought like a
demon on the battlefield and now
cried necessarily for his mother, to
the raging old poilu, once huckster
in the street of Paris, who clamored
to return to the front line with his
left arm gone.
And how they loved Sally. Petite
mere de mon occur" the young Arab
called her in his quantity accented
French.
and what can the big baby do for
his little mother today" the grubby
ex-cabman in cot would greet her
each morning.
Get well. my infant" Sally would
answer with her gladdest smile.
though aware he could not. And he
answered gayly:
Done! l am already hauling wood
for the cooks stove!" knowing quite
well he would never see again so
much as the outside of the grub tent.
Sally soon learned that merriment
in a French war hospital is as neces-
sary as soup and bandages. She set
herself Immediately to dig from her
memory every joke and quip and fun
ny tale she'd ever heard and retell it
over and over in her rusty French.
you might as we'll kill wounded
poilu right Off" wrote Sally to her sis
ter, las not to joke with him. He
will jest to the very last, which
sharpens the pathos beyond all tell
ing"
Sally's long-unused French once
quite scintillating, or so they thought
at college-now gave her much vexa-
ton. Polite, drawing-room French
was one thing, poilu French another!
Not only was it idiomatic to the nth
degree but full of slank and play upon
words, so that Sally was at a loss
many times to understand her "ba-
bies'' badinage.
One day, however, from bed q
some one Went-out into the little
cemetery with the crosses And
new one came to occupy the place.
This new one was different from all
the rest. An hour after he came out
Of the operating room he opened his
eyes. looked at Sally, smiled and greet
ed her with the phrases and manner
Of one conversing in ballroom. Sally
answered In her best French but with
some face on the pillow to twist into
comic mask.
"Ugm!" he gasped, then added in
perfect English, THAT one so lovely
should speak bad French! Beautiful
lady with the Sunshine hair. I will
teach you. have not known Fifth
merry words upon his lips he tainted
from pain and weakness
Sally tended him, only to be inter-
rupted by thin lad in the adjoining
cot who began to wander in delirium,
reaching out his arms to her and cry
ing plaintively, "Ab, Marie, so it is you
at last. my soul and she turned
to comfort him and try to be Marie"
So it went on day after day. fighting
death and saving life, winning vic
tories, comforting, sustaining, laugh
ing when all could see. crying when
none could see. And the more yeoman
labor there was and the more prob
lens and obstacles and perplexities
the more deeply was Sally's own
trouble was buried
"My twenty-eight children have
cured It," she told herself firmly. And
tried to believe it true
Love and He'll.
The man in cot 81 puzzled Sally
despite her lack of time to indulge in
mysteries. But one couldn't help be-
ing puzzled at 2T His blondness in
the first place, made him different
from the rest. His fluent. perfect
English, his hands, which showed
shapely. fine and well kept once the
CRIME was scrubbed from them. A
man OF birth and breeding obviously,
and OF wealth, for his few possessions
were of quality and costliness. He
had small, closeclipped fair mus
tache, a lean jaw-and he was always