The Belding banner-news. (Belding, Mich.) 1918-1973, 1918-10-16
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lARThus GUY Eifp<Yl

line, and to keep still tongue In my
head.
Executions are part of the days
work, but the part we hated most of
all, / think-certainly the saddest The
British war department is thought by
many people TO be composed of rigid
regulations all wound around with red
tape. But IL has heart, and one OF
the evidences of this is the considerate
way In which an execution is concealed
and reported TO the relative Of the I'M
fortunate man. They never know the
truth. He is listed in the bulletins as
among the accidentally killed"
In the last ten years l have several
times read stories in magazines Of
towards changing. in a charge. TO he
roes. | used TO laugh at il. Ii seemed
easy for story-writers. but l said.
in France l learned once that the
streak of yellow can turn all white. /
picked up the story. bit by bit, from
the captain of the company, the SEN
tries who guarded the poor fellow, as
well as from my own observations. At
first did not realize the whole of his
story, but after a week of investiga-
ton ii stood out as clear In my mind
as the mountains of my native West in
the spring sunshine. 1t impressed me
so much that / wrote IL all down in
rest billets on scraps of odd paper.
The incidents are, as / say, every bit
true; the feelings of the man are true
Il know from all / underwent In the
fighting over in France.
We will call him Albert Lloyd. That
wasn't his name. but II will do:
Albert Lloyd was what the world
terms a coward.
In London they called him Stacker.
His country had been at war nearly
eighteen months, and still he was not
In khaki.
He had no good reason for not en-
listing, being alone In the world, hav-
ing been educated in an orphan asy-
, lum. and there being no one dependent
upon him for support. He had no good
position to lose, and there was no
sweetheart to tell him with her lips
to go, while her eyes pleaded for him
to stay.
Every time he saw a recruiting SER
geant he'd stink around the corner out
of sight. with terrible fear gnawing
at his heart When passing the big re-
cruiting posters, and on his way TO
business and back he passed many, he
would pull down his cap and look the
other way from that awful finger
pointing at him. under the caption,
"Your King and Country Need YOU"
or the boring eyes of Kitchener, which
burned into his very soul, causing him
to shudder.
Then the Zeppelin raids-during
them, he used to. crouch In corner of
his clearinghouse cellar. whimpering
like whipped puppy and calling upon
the Lord to protect him.
Even his landlady despised him, al
though she had to admit that he was
"good pay"
He very seldom read the papers, but
one momentous morning the landlady
put the morning paper at his place be-
fore he came down to breakfast. TAX
ing his seat he read the flaring head
line, Transcription Bill Passed." and
nearly tainted. Excusing himself, he
stumbled upstairs to his bedroom,
I with the horror Of 1t gnawing into his
vitals.
Having saved up a few pounds, he
decided not to leave the house, and to
sham sickness, so he stayed In his room
and had>the landlady serve his meals
there.
Every time there was knock at the
door he trembled all over, imagining 1t
was policeman who had come to take
him away to the army.
One morning his fears were realized.
Sure enough, there stood a policeman
with the fatal paper. Taking 1t In his
trembling hand he read that he, Albert
Lloyd, was ordered to report himself
to the nearest recruiting station for
physical examination. He reported Inn
mediately. because he was afraid to
disobey.
The doctor looked with approval
upon Lloyd's six feet Of physical per-
lection, and thought what a fine
guardsman he would make, but exam
ined his heart twice before he passed
him as physically fit; :" 1t was beating
80 fast.
From the recruiting depot Lloyd was
taken. with many others, In charge Of
= sergeant, to the training depot at AL
dershot, where he was given an outfit
of khaki. and drew his other equip
ment. He made a fine-looking soldier,
except for the slight shrinking In his
shoulders and the hunted look In his
eyes.
At the training depot 1t does not
take long to find out mans character,
and Lloyd was promptly dubbed
windy" In the English army windy"