Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1920-04-07

"And We shall find ME, when We
shall search for me with all your
heHt."-Jeremiah xxx: >l3. ..
That meant no halfway busihesa.
He could understand that. Well, he
was willing, to put himself into the
was worth q whole hearted search liz
one &efe REALLY TO find, a God as a re-
ward. 81 ~, ~
That night he wrote a. letter to the
minister in Dryne Haven1asking for
an interview when next. he was able,
to get Lave from camp. In the
meantime the kept-out Of the way OF
Wainwright most adroitly, and found
manyrways-t to aIeid a meeting.
Their. had been three awful days
when his peach Of a captain about
been called away or sone. military
errand and Wainwright had been the
Commanding officer. They had been
days Of gall and NORWOOD to Cam
eron,. for sMs proud spirit could not
bend to salute the man whom he con-
s;dered a scoundrti. and Wainwright,
took a Hne delight in .usinE his pow
er over his enemy to 1.-THE limit. If It
had not been for the unexpected re-
VI lANE' CHPAAAt q uAyJSAbSa0 I4A0AS
planned. Cameron might have had to
suffer humiliations far greater than.
he did,. aaEx>
The bitterness between the two
grew stronger, and Cameron went
about with his soul boiling with rage
and rebellion! 1t was only When
Ruth's lettes cane that he$forgot it
all for a few npinutes and lifted his
thoughts TO hfShef things,
-f| - n .-r
XIII.
ut va a,ele.f, crisp day in March.
when Cameron finally united with The
church. @ ftA fn
He had taken a hong time.to think
about it. Quarantine had extended
itself away into February, and while
his company had had its regular drill
and hard work, .thcre> had been no
leave from camp: no going to Y. NJ.
c. A. huts. and no visiting c%anteens.
They had been shut up to the o
pany OF the members Of their own
that palled upon Cameron to = dis
tressing degree. I Once when it had
showed for three days, and rained on
the top of it, and a chill wind lhad
swept into the cracks and .crannies Of
the barracks. and poured down from
the ventilators in the roofs. The Old
stoves were roaring their best to keep
up good cheer, and the men lay on
their cots in rows talking; telling
each to SOUND bigger than the last.
some mere lads boasting OF wild
orgies, and all finally drifting into a
shat on a sort Of philosophy OF the
ideals. CamerofNlay on his cot
trying to sleep, for he had been on
guard all night, and. a. letter from
Ruth was in his inside pocket with a
comfortable crackle. but the talk that
drifted about him penetrated even his
up over his ears. I
The, fellows had arrived at a point
Where q young lad from Texas had
stated with agdrawl that all girls were
fmnore or 1essSbad: that this talk of:the
high standards Of womanhood wasNll
EbosM; that there vas one ,standardsfor
mel and women, yes, : but It was
Man's<standard. not.woman's, as wa
1nins'
( CHATTER xm.-GSat,n.ed.
In vain Cameron stuffed the
lblanket about his ears, reselutely
shut his eyes and triedNto sleep. Hh
very blood boiled in his veins. The
letter in hig pocket cried out to be
exonerated from this wholesale black
enins. Suddenly Cameron nung the
blanket from him and sprapg t his
feet with a single motion, q tall soil
his face, his eyes feshing With fire.
They. called him in friendly derision
the TsAent ICorporalY because he kept
go much to himself: but now he
hlaxed forth at them: i
>."You lie Kelly! You know you do!
The whole lot Of YOU are liars! You
tknow that rot you've been talking
lint true. You know that it's to cov-
er UP your own vile deeds and to ex-
you talk THIS wayaand try to persuade
your hearts and5ccnsciences that you
are no Worae sthan the girls you have
tdishonored! But it isn't 70 and you
know it! There are good women!
There always have been and THERE al
ways Will be: You, every one Of you,
know at least one. You are dishon-
(orine your mothers and your sisters
when you talk that way. You are
louts 70 tight. That's the rotten stun
They are teaching. They calf 1t kui-
Ifur3 You'll meyer win out against
Ithstn il y0I/go in that spirit for ir's
their spirit and nothing. more, You've
81, to sc dean! II there.S God: ~
heaven Hes in this war. and it's rot
TO be- . clean warI Ard you've, gotlto
begin by thinking difEsrer0iy " Weil-
en- or1 you're just as bad as the
with that he seized his poncho.
slammed out into the storm, and
FtTag(Hsd for TWO hours with asdriving
|saeeta in ha face, his thoughts asfury
of holy amer 2alainst unholy things.
VIZ the knight ~ true WomGIshoed.
ehsshad sent him forth ana no man, AZ
NJ presence shoulA dame the thouGhti
that he had made d his mind 20 ai4y.
|htaSseif Nth Godss pdobleS Whefher;
W Mou 9 any good in TIN lChkS run