Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1918-05-08

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 it stood out as clear in my mind
as the mountains Of my native West in
the spring sunshine. It impressed me
so much that wrote it all down in
rest billets on scraps Of odd paper.
The incidents are, as I 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 it will do:
Albert Lloyd was what the world
terms coward.
In London they called him a 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-
1um, and there being no one dependent
upon him for support. He had no good
position to lose, and there was no
to 60, 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
'Your King and Country Need You;"
or the boring eyes Of Kitchener, which
burned into his very soul, causing him
to shuG2der.
Then the Zeppelin raids-during
them, he used to crouch in a 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 fiaring head
line, transcription Bill Passed." and
nearly tainted. EXcusing himself, he
stumbled upstairs to his bedroom,
with the horror of it gnawing into his
vitals.
Having saved up 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 it
was q policeman who had come to take
him away to the army.
One morning his fears were realized.
Sure enough, there stood policeman
with the fatal paper. Taking it 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 i'm
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" it was beating
so fast.
From the recruiting depot Lloyd was
taken, with many others, in charge of
a sergeant, to the training depot at Al
dershot, where he was given an outfit
Of khaki, and drew his other equip
ment. He made fine-looking soldier,
except for the slight shrinking in his
shoulders and the hunted look in his
eyes.
At the training depot it does not
take long to find out a mans character,
and Lloyd was promptly dubbed
''windy." In the English army WINDY"
means cowardly.
The smallest recruit in the barracks
looked on him with contempt, and was
not slow to show it in many ways.
Lloyd was a good soldier, learned
quickly, obeyed every order promptly,
never grOused at the hardest fatigues.
He was afraid to. He lived in deadly
fear of the officers and "nOncOms" over
him. They also despised him.
One morning about three months
after his enlistment LlOyd's company
was paraded, and the names picked out
for the next draft to France were read.
When his name was called, he did not
step out smartly, two PAGES to the
front, and answer cheerfully, Here,
SIR" as the others did. He just faint
ed in the ranks and was carried to bar
racks amid the sneers of the rest.
That night was an agony of misery
to him. He could not sleep. Just cried
and whimpered in his bunk, because
on the morrow the draft was to sail
for France, where he would see death
on all sides, and perhaps be killed him
self. On the steamer, crossing the
channel, he would have jumped over.
board to escape, but was afraid of
drowning.
Arriving in France, he and the rest
were huddled into cattle cars. On the