Norwich bulletin., 1918-05-29

creant knights or whatever you call em had corralled me and given me my choice. I'd have been hard put to it to decide between being dropped in to the dark tower or down that end less well. ,,.
 But those days are past, just as these days that we are now fighting through will one day be past and lost ll "memory's golden haze The ar tilleryman told me little of the ear ly days. of the surprise of 1914, of his mobilization, his leaving behind on his farm in the frontier province where he was ''chez tin at home of every thing he had in the world, except his wife and two little girls. They were safely evacuated, and they were there this spring day of 1918 to show an American soldier their rabbits and lit tie pigs and forget darker days of the past.
 As I came around the end of the hill to get back again into our own valley, and follow the river down ten miles to home. the gray that had come over the sky sent down a driZzle of rain. But as l hiked along the highway the sun came out in the west, and there was the most perfect and wonderful rainbow 1 have ever seen. It was a brilliant arc -ciel- as the French call it-arch in the heaven-and the end Of the rainbow was just before me. And in greater arch above, was still a second rainbow,
 Here was a day, I thought, that showed progress from a past patriot ism in the present. and a promise for the future. ate again at the forest CTS lodge on the hillside and came back to the hospital in the darkness. Nlaak = France is a beautiful country-rich in her past. and in her people. and great est of all in her present. Worth knowing, worth coming over here to | light for-for her and with her, for ourselves. I mean that the sacrifices that you make back home and that we may make over here are absolute ly worth while while I mean that as individuals, as we'll as nations, we are getting down to bed rock and to find out the things that count.
 What I want to say is that I've read and seen something of the heroism o1 | French women and Canadian women and their spirit is wonderful. As fol instance when the new "class' went out from this village the other night to go to their training camp and get ready for their part in the game.
 But there has been nothing finer tC mo than the way you American wo. men take things the way you "carr5 on" The other day had letter iron a girl out in the middle west-in Iowa and one from a mother out there They were the mother and the sweet heart of my friend who died of ty phoid in December. Oh, they were | carrying on,
 There are a good many things tha a man of New England strain does no let himself say But this 5':great ex perience" shows us the things tina count. There are, three letters tha shall always keep with me: one il the one you wrote when I first lief home for Baltimore:> the next wa when l first went down to Hopkins and the last was the one that cam just before we sailed for. France.
 am afraid that I shall never becom, the high man in the profession tha the kind of height that means mucl fame or much money. But those let
 ters have been 8 kind of quiet in
 spiration, and though at every othe
 graduation in school and college
 took prizes, and I did not at this,
 am not sure that perhaps have foun, greater prizes than come in the shan
 of medals or of keys. I am tfiukin:
 of the case Of mind that comes whel
 you see your simple duty ahead o
 you, more of that pride and gladnes .i that you feel when you hear the ban,
 play over here" it's not "Ove
 there" any more with us) and thin
 that you were of the first ~over"-bu
 the greatest prize is the. tenderness an. ) the thrill when we think of four wo ] men back home, bravely letting u go, bravely carrying on.
 We'll, these are just soldiers Sun day night tfousllts in 2. few roug