The Bienville Democrat. [volume] (Arcadia, Bienville Parish, La.) 1912-1980, 1922-06-29
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Ramsey hilhoIland
By Booth Harrington


monstrOus engines, and their mons
trOus other engines Of men made into
armies. Through the long haze of
miSted sea-mileS and the smoke of
Iand-mlles she perceived that brown
line of ours, and knew it stood there
that Freedom, and the Nation itself,
might not perish from the earth.
And so, a week later, she went home
and came nervously to Ramsey's moth
er and found how to direct the letter
she wanted to write. He was In France
AS the old phrase went, she poured
out her heart. 1t seems to apply to her
letter.
She wrote:
Don't misunderstood me. felt that
my bitter speech to you had driven you
to take the step you did. felt that |
had sent you to be killed, and that
ought to be killed for doing it, but |
knew that you had other motives, too
knew, Of course, that you thought of
the country more than you did of me,
or Of any mad thing I could say-but
/ thought that what I said might have
been the prompting thing, the word
that threw you into it so hastily and
before you were ready, perhaps. |
dreaded to bear that terrible response.
bility. | hope you understand.
my great mistake has been-l
thought | was so lOgicap-lt's been
In my starting everything with a
thought I'd never proven: that war is
the worst thing, and all other evils
were lesser. | was wrong. | was
wrong, because war isn't the worst
evil. Slavery is a worse evil, and now
| want to tell you | have come to see
that you are making war on those that
make slavery. Yes, you are fighting
those that make both war and slavery,
and you are right, and l humbly rey.
erence and honor all of you who are
In this right war. | have come home
to work in the Red Cross here; work
there all day, and all day I keep say
Ing to myself-but l really mean to you
its what pray, and oh, how pray
It: God be with you and grant you
the victory' For you must win and
yOu will win.
Forgive me, oh, please-and If you
will, could you write to me? | know
you have things to do more important
than 'girls'--but oh, couldn't you,
please?'
This letter, which she had taken
care not to dampen, as she wrote, went
in slow course to the american Elk.
peditiOnary Forces in France" and
finally found him whom 1t patiently
sought. lie delayed not long to answer,
and in time she held in shaking hand
the penciled missive he had sent her:
"You forget all that comic talk about
me enlisting because of your telling
me to. I'd written my father ! was
going at the first chance o month and
a half before that day when you said
It. My mind was made up the first
time there was any talk Of war, and
you had about as much responsibility
for my going as some little sparrow or
something. OF course l don't mean |
didn't pay any attention to the differ.
ent things you said, because l always
did, and used to worry over 1t be-
cause | was afraid some day it would
get you Into trouble, and I'm mighty
glad you've cut it out. That's right:
YOU be a regular girl now. You always
were one, and l knew that all right.
I'm not as scared to write to you as /
was to talk to you, SO guess you know
was mighty tickled to get your letter.
It sounded blue, but l was glad to get
It. You bet I'll write to you! | don't
suppose you could have any idea how
glad | was to get your letter. | could
sit here and write to you all day If
they'd let me, but I'm corporal now
When you answer this, wish you'd
say how the old town looks and if the
grass in the front yards is as green as
it usually is, and everything. And tell
me some more about everything you
think of when you are working down
at the Red Cross like you said. guess
I've read your letter five million times
and that part ten million, | mean
where you underlined that you anc
what you said to yourself at the keo
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