Warren sheaf. [volume] (Warren, Marshall County, Minn.) 1880-current, 1919-07-02

| necessary Garfield strolled into TIE
next room; but he heard plainly the
/ small lecture that followed. Betty's
voice grew trife sharp as the ex
soldier was given to understand just
how plainly that tobacco showed up on
the blue. rug, and if he just had to
J smoke any Of the nasty things that
afternoon she wished to goodness he'd
1 at least come out in the kitchen to
make them.
The husbands loW-voiced reply did
not reach the next room, but Garfield
gave a low whistle. "M-mw he
thought to himself, $50 that's the way
the land lies! Doesn't that child real
:zc what rolling and smoking those
Cigarettes means to Steve-hoW it
helps to calm nerves still raw from
that awful din? OF course not-but
! I'll make her"
Steven was late, so the visitor help
Ped receive the guests and acquiesced
readily when they begged that he adj
dress them. IL
"Theres something, called by some
| folks Chance and by. others Provi-
dence," Garfield began, "but call it
what you will, it is responsible for both
Spinney's and my presence here to-
day" The soldier, looking straight at
Betty, continued: 1T was daylight
when Steve discovered that had not
returned with the patrol from No Mans
Land. He volunteered to 60 out alone,
under the eye of the enemy, in a
search for me or my body. Because
was his bunkie they let him 60. I
had been hit and lying for hours In
shell hole, helpless from piece Of
shrapnel in my hip, when Steve, who
had been crawling from cover to cover
with his life in his hands, found me-:
It was 500 yards to our nearest tempo
rary trench. In all that distance there
WASN'T cover for rabbit, save one big
shell hole half way to the line. had
bled lot and was in bad way. II
was case for quick treatment. So
Steve hoisted me on his shoulder and
started. Only couple of shots were
tired at us, and they missed. But when
we came to the shell hole Steve was
wound was intolerable. begged for
/ rest, and above all things for a
smoke. Steve slid down into the shell
hole with me. Then he rolled us each
flag. remember he spilled few
grains of tobacco and of hearing him
say, 'Buddie, there's lot Of that stuff
mixed with Yankee blood In the soil of
this mans land Just then hell broke
loose. The Huns had laid down roll
ling barrage, and there wasn't foot of
the 200 yards between us and the
American line that wasn't full Of flame
and metal for the next ten minutes.
Our stopping to make and light the
absolute certainty of being blown to
pieces"
The faces of the listeners were tense
as Garfield paused, but Betty didn't
wait to listen to another word. She
rushed into the kitchen as she heard
the door open and Steve come in.
Flinging herself into her husbands
arms, she cried: ooh, why didn't you
tell me yourself, Steve, that you saved
Mr.. Canfield's life? And to think
of my scolding you about your to-
bacco!" -. ....
you see, darling" her husband ex-
planned, II was afraid you would think
I hadn't taken you into consideration
when took that chance that day." .-s.
Betty's flashing black eyes looked
back at him reproachfully. 'Have
you forgotten that am descendant
of Corporal Allen, who saved the life
Of his captain at Monmouth, at the
sacrifice of an sarm?.ss Do you think
American womanhood has degenerated
since that time, oSteve?" x. -.,.- r.
Laughing into her glorified eyes,
Steve couldn't sayvit had. ,.zs
And when little later, in the course
OF Steve's talk to the Red Cross ladies,
the nerve habit OF those awful days as
serted itself, and Steve unconsciously
took FROM his pocket the "makn's" and
proceeded then and there to roll ciga-
rette, Betty only gazed at him with
adoring eyes.
Opportunity Belongs to All.