The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1918-09-13
CHAPTER xxvII-continued.


hit.
One very nice-looking, Overenthusi-
astic young thing, stopped at my bed
and asked, what wounded you In the
facer
In polite but bored tone I an
swered, "A rifle bullet"
With look OF disdain she passed
20 the next bed, first calculating, "0hl
Only bullet? thought 1t was a
shell" Why she should think q shell
wound was more Of n distinction beats
me. ! don't see whole lot of differ
ence myself.
The American Women's War hospi-
tal was heaven for wounded men.
They were allowed every privilege pos
sible conducive with the rules and mill
tary discipline. The only fault was
that the mems passes were restricted.
To get pass required an act of par
lament. Tommy tried many tricks to
get out, but the commandment, an old
Boer war officer, was wise to them all,
and IL took q new and clever ruse to
make him afiix his signature to the
coveted slip of paper.
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patient climbed over the wall and went
"on his own" regardless Of many signs
staring him In the face, "Out of bounds
for patients" Generally the nurses
were looking the other way when one
OF these night raids started. / hope
this information will get none Of them
into trouble, but l cannot resist the
temptation to let the commandment
know that occasionally we put 1t over
on him.
One afternoon received note,
through our underground channel, from
my female visitor, asking me to attend
party at her house that night.
answered that she could expect me and
to meet me Mt certain place on the
road well known by all patients. and
some visitors. as lover the wall" I
told her l would be on hand at seven
thirty.
About SEVENTEEN sneaked my
overcoat and cap out Of the ward and
hid 1t in the bushes. Then I told the
nurse, particular friend OF NINE that
was going for a walk in the rose gar
den. She winked and knew that ev-
erythlng was all right on her end.
Going out Of the ward, slipped into
the bushes and made for the wall 1t
was dark as pitch and l was cropping
through the underbrush, when sudden
ly ! stepped into space and felt myself
rushing downward, horrible bump
and blackness. When / came to my
wounded shoulder was hurting horrl-
bly,. l was lying against a circular
wall Of bricks, dripping with moisture,
and far away could hear the trickling
of water. / had in the darkness fallen
Into an old dlsused well. But why
wasn't wetl According to all rules
j should have been drowned. Perhaps
] was and didn't know-tt.
As the shock of my sudden stop
gradually wore off II came to me that
/ was lying on ledge and that the
least movement on my part would pre-
,elpitate me to the bottom Of the well.
i struck q match. In Its faint glare
saw that I was lying In circular
hole about twelve feet deep-the well
had been filled in The dripping had
heard came from water pipe over on
my right.
With my wounded shoulder 1t was
impossible to Skinny up the pipe. /
could not yell for help because the
rescuer would want to know how the
accident happened, and ! would be
hailed before the commandant on
charges. / just had to grin and bear
It. with the forlorn hope that one of
the returning night raiders would pass
and / could give him our usual signal
OF "siss-s-s-s," which would bring him
to the rescue.
Every half-hour / could hear the
clock In the village strike, each stroke
bringing forth a muffled volley of
curses on the man who had dug the
well.
After two he1rs heard two men
talking in low voices. / recognized
Corporal Cook, an ardent might raiu
err He heard my "siss-s-s-s. and
came TO the edge OF the hole. ex-
planned my predicament and amid a lot
Of impairment remarks, which at the
time Idld not resent was soon fished
out.
Taking off our boots. we sneaked into
the ward ] was sitting on my bed In
the dark, just starting to undress,
when the man next 10 me, "Ginger"
Phillips whispered. "'Op 1t, Yank, ere
comes the matron."
/ Immediately got under the covers
and feigned sleep. The matron stood
talking in low tones to the night nurse
and fell asleep. IN
When awoke In the morning the
night sister. an American, was bending
over me. An awful sight met my eyes.
The coverlet on the bed and the sheets
were mass of mud and green slime.
She was a good sport all right, and
hustled to get clean clothes and sheets
30 that no one would get wise, but ION
her own" she gave me good tongue
flashing but did not report me. One of
the Canadians In the ward described
her as being "a Jake Of good fell
low"
Next visiting day I had an awful
time explaining to my visitor why !
Nal not mot har M the anp0infed time