The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1918-08-15
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7 listened. She doubted. linen SUDDEN
! ly she cried:
| Twill! Will! They've GOMEZ Look
oh, look!"
/ She pointed excitedly out of the
window Rolf looked. Across the path
Of their train rolled an endless pro,
cession of other coaches. Each cal
window was filed with fresh, sun
! burned faces, the faces of young giants
clear-eyed, alive with rugged health
faces Familiarity dear.
1t did not need the flags that
snapped in the wind on the engine,
| head to tell who these young men
were, nor the two letters painted on
each car. If it had been darkest night
they could have caught the message
as 1t rolled in Numbered chorus:
"Over there! Over there!
Send the word, send the word, Over
There,
That the Yanks are coming, the Yanks
are coming,
The drums tum-tumming everywhere!
So prepare! Say a prayer!
Send the word, send the word to
prepare.
Well be over-we're coming over!
And we won't come back till it's over
over there!"
Pain Comes Back.
What the sight of suffering could
not do the sound of brave cheer did
for Sally. The newly arrived Ameri-
can boys, roaring their rousing war
song, suddenly loosened the wise that
bound her emotions. They had come!
The boys from home, the boys that
belonged to her by every bond of blood
as we'll as the kinship of a mutual
cause Her lads-perhaps some of the
very lads she knew back home! They
had come. the clean. splendid fellows,
with a song on their lips and fearless
ness in their fresh young hearts! So
ready to give all for what they felt to
be the right. *** And they. too, must
pass into that red zone Sally knew
so well-and they so vaguely. Some
of them must go where Stephen had
gone, and Roger. with the war cross
pinned upon their quiet breasts.
Poignant grief shot through her. The
remembrance of Stephen, of Roger,
came back with cruel clearness. From
lethargy of strain and shock Sally
passed into a very ecstasy of pain.
She would have given much for the
relief of tears But they were close
now to their destination. The train
was entering city. The stir of ar
rival was all about.
With a supreme effort Sally dragged
herself from the compartment follow
ing where DR.. Will led, hearing as
from afar the sounds of transfer and
embarkation. In the harbor great
ships were discharging a though there
were no end of the continuous streams
of young men in khaki. From the
mastheads of these ships floated the
Stars and Stripes.
The heart seemed one vast ache
that engulfed her body and soul. Oh,
to be able to give more help! Not to
be sent off like this. because she had
become useless, Oh, it was all so
hard--deciding. doing, living.
At last she found herself, with DR..
Will beside her, on the deck of the
homing ship. Her eyes were strained
toward the transports not yet wruns
dry of the human stream they carried.
"Our boys. Sally" DR.. Will spoke
simply.
A shiver ran over her. Rolf reached
for steamer rug and laid it gently
about her shoulders. But the shiver
did not stop. Rolf knew it was the
first flicker of that returning tide Of
strength wherewith realization and
emotion would come. He WINGED. They
might have been one sentiment being,
they two, so surely did he feel himself
whatever of distress was hers.
(To be continued)