Arizona republican., 1918-09-16
"The Martial Adventures of
 Henry And Me"

had lain unconscious. and at noon had opened his eyes for minute to ind his unt beside him. "l brought with me- said Auntie. in a tone so signifi- cantly casual that it arrested our at tention before she added. that cap able young nurse. the first assist ant" As she spoke she caught Hem rvs eyes and held him from looking ! at me.
 You mean the one" said Henry . in tone quite as casual as Aunties $, i while giving eye for eye.
 With Him at the Last
 Yes, your pretty mid western girl. l She is with him now" Then Auntie lost HenrY's eyes as tears brimmed into her own. Tt has been twenty six hours since we arrived at Neuilly. l shall return in an hour. and"
 T wish cried Henry. T wish there was something we could do.'
 Auntie caught our embarrassed de sire to be of service vet not to as sume. Her strong fine face lighted with something kind enough for smGe as she answered. Couldn't you go out and see him? l think no one else in Paris would be more wei come than you two,
 That puzzled us. She saw us look ing our question at each other, and went on Life means more to him now than it ever has meant She really smiled as she quoted. It means intensely and it means good" Auntie's tired eyes gathered us in again. When you left Landrecourt last month he told me much about the voyage over here on the Espagne.' The tired eyes left us to follow the crippled elevator boy who went peg ging down the corridor as she con tinued: about his days in Paris be- fore he went back to his ambulance unit; about his meeting you that night near Douaumont-at the first aid post and-and I know" she paused a second, pulled herself together and continued gently. We must face things as they are.
 The boys hours in this earth are short. He has other friends here, of course-old friends. but you" again she stopped. You will appreciate why when you see him.
 So we gave up the poor travesty upon life that we should have seen behind the footlights for a glimpse | into one of lfe's real dramas. The Broken Gliding l It was nearly midnight before we came to Neuiliy and stood awkwardly l beside the white cot in the little white i room where the Gilded Youth was | lying. How the gliding had fallen off! All white and broken he lay, a crushed ! wreck of a man. with the clutterinS l contrivances of science sWathing him, i binding him. encasing him, holding him miserably together while the tide of life ran out But when he wakened he could smile. There was real gild- ing in that smile. the gliding of youth, but he only flashed his eyes upon us for a fleeting second in turning his smile to her-to the Eager Soul, to her who had brought some new incan- l descence into his life. Then we knew why his aunt had said that we should see him. He would have us who had witnessed the planting of the seed, know how it had lowered. His smile told us that also. He could lift no hand to us. and could speak but faintly. Yet his greeting held some thing princely in it-fine and sweet and brave. Then he did a curious thing. He began whistling very softly under his breath and between his teeth . q queer little tune. that reminded one oddly of the theme of Tschaicovski' S Symphony Pathetique-the first move ment As he whistled he turned from Henry and me and looked at the Eager Soul. who smiled back intelligently, and when she smiled he stopped. We could not understand their signals But whatever it was so far as it pre- tended to a show of courage. we knew that it was d gorgeous bluff. In the fleeting glance that he gave us he told us the truth: and we knew that he was pretending to the others that he die not know. We made some cheerful nothings in our talk, and would have gone but he held us. The Eager Sou
 looked at her watch. gave him som; medicine. which we took to be a heart stimulant: for he revived under it and and said to me:
 "Remember-that night at Douau
 mont?"
 Where you whstled the 'Medita
 tion from Thais,' in the moonlight?" . Going Into the Mist
 Yes" he murmured, and We
 watched-the trucks-come out of tn
 mist-full of life-and go into the mis-
 toward death"
 Wonderful-wasn't it." sighed on | of us.
 Symbolic" he whispered. And ou
 eyes followed his to the vivid face O !, the Eager Soul. in the halo of he Y nurses cap. She was eXceedingl f glorious, and animate and beautiful
 And he was passing into the mist, ou
 toward death. He saw that he had gC the figure to ne and smiled. Then sud < denly something came into his fac o from afar and he seemed to kno7 7 that his frail craft had mounted tn out going tide. Slowly. very slowl
 life began to fade from his face. Fur ., ther and further from shore the Sd ' was beang him We seemed to bG 9 the pier. The Eager Soul even leane , forward and put out a pretty hant U and waved at him. He sgnalled bac
 with twitch of his lips that wa
 meant for smile. And then we |;
 the pier lost the last gleam of lii
 and saw only the broken bark, wear
 fly riding the racing tide
 The Homeward Journey
 And then we turned from the pic 7 and went our several ways back int
 the midst of life. We were goin | home, and getting ready to go hon J is joyous proceeding. And there WE