Grand Forks herald. [volume] (Grand Forks, N.D.) 1916-1955, 1922-04-06

a cup of tea" young Cottar urged.
We've got a hell OF a jamborino on
At least VIC shall have tonight. We're
just working UP for it. / can't tell
you why. You can guess"
Sabre felt a sudden catch at his
emotions. rs the regiment going?"
They were at the door OF the ante
room. Cottar swung it open. The
room was full Of men and tobacco
smoke and noise. A very tall youth,
one Skies, was standing on the table,
a glass in his hand, '.Hullo, sabre!
Messman. one of those very stiff
whistles for Mr.. Sabre-go on Sabre,
you must. Because He had not
Cottar's reticence. He burst into
song. waving his glass-"Because--
w shan't be here in the morn
ing" y
Otway came in. shut up, you
noisy young fools. What the"
Skies from the table. "Ah. Papa
otway! Three cheers for Papa. Of
way in very discreet whispers. Mess
man, one Of those very stiff WHISTLES
for Captain Otway."
Otway laughed pleasantly. mo,
chuck it., I'm not, drinking. Hood, 1
want you; and you. Carmichael, and
YOU, Bullen." He saw Sabre and
came to him. "Hullo, Sabre. You've
heard now. We've managed to keep
1t pretty close, but it's all over the
place now, Yes. We .entrain at day.
break.
Sabre felt frightfully affected. He
could hardly speak.
The blessed gift in the war was to
b without imagination. The supreme
trial, whether in endurance on the
part Of those who stayed at home, or
in courage on the part of those who
took the field. was upon those whose
mentality invested every sight and
every happening with the poiknancy
OF attributes not present but imag-
|ined. For Sabre the war definitely
began with that visit to the Mess on
h v Of the Pnks' departure. The
high excitement Of the young men.
their eager planning. moved Sabre,
visinning what might await it all, in
depths profound and painful in Their
intensity. His mind would not aban-
don them. He sat up that night after
Mabel had gone to her hoom. How
on earth could he so to bed, be hog
gishly sleeping, while those chaps
were marching out?
He could not. At two in the morn
ing he went quietly from the house
and got out his bicycle and rode
down into Tdborough.
He was just in time. The news
had been well kept, or in those early
days had not the meaning 1t came
stood about the High Street in the
thin light Of the young morning, and
when, almost Immediately. the bat
talon came swinging of the Mar
ket Place, many appeared thanking II,
mostly. women.
Here they come"
Frightful words!. Sabre caught
them from a young oma spoken
to a very old woman whose arm she
held q few PAGES from where he stood.
FriEhtful words! He caught his
emotions. u the head Of the column
came into sight the, band, taking
them to the station, burst into the
Pinks' familiar duickstep.
The Camp Town races are five miles
lons.
Doo-dai Doo-da!
The Camp Town races. i five miles
long,
Gwine to run all might. Gwine to run
! bet my money d the boD-tail nag.
Somebody bet on the bay.
He never? IN his life had experienced
anything 30 utterly frfghtfuI or imag-
ined that anything could be 70 utterly
frightfu1. His throat felt Bursting.
HIS eyes were filled. They were
swinging past him. file by file. Doc
see them. They were marching at
ease. their rifles slung. They SEEM
ed to be Appallingly laden with stu
pendcts packs and multitudinous
equipment. tin mug and God
knows what else besides SWUNG and
ratified shout their thighs The woIn-
IN Nth them we're running To keep
and araskinE children. and
lcrytng-aH crying, sb
Doo-da! Doo-da!
lThs Camp Town races are five miles
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