Montana oil and mining journal. [volume] (Great Falls, Mont.) 1931-1953, 1936-11-14
1 Bring Me Home A Soldier
BY ELEANOR HALLOwELL ABBOTT
Copyright: 1886: By ELEANOR HALLOwELL ABBO

Published by Special Advancement With The
1 Chicago Tribune-New York News Syndicate.
Incorporated
IN THREE PARTS-PART THREE
With a gesture Of impatience she
brushed the protest aside "Waitl" she
said. Wait till finishl" With a bit
OF tremor her voice took up the lovely
cadence again.
In one year they sent a million
fighters forth
South and north,
And-and they built their gods a
brazen pillar high
Yet reserved a thousand chariots in
full force
Gold of course.
o hearth o blood that freezes, blood
that burnsl
Earthis returns
For whole centuries Of folly, noise,
and sinl
Shut EN- in
With their triumphs and their glories
and the restl
Love Is bestl"
"Therel" she blurted out triumphant
ly. Il knew / could get it If I really
triedl Some of it anyway"
But instead Of commencing her for
her interchangeable effort the tall soldier
merely sat and stared at her with
look Of ineffable establishment, even Of
shock.
do you believe word Of itP" he
questioned.
without waiting for any answer he
began to shake his own head very neg
Rttvely.
mot I" he said. Not a word Of It'll
All want" he reiterated, "as I told |
you before is a HOME with a nice
tree in the front yard and the view OF /
river, perhaps, and-and-"
And kettle on the stove" she
reminded him.
You're a funny duckl" he said.
$50 are you'll" said Alice Yardleigh,
From way off In the distance some
where an unseen beI chimed out the
approaching end of day.
% dear" said Alice Yardleigh, I
must be gOingl" With q little sigh she
slid down from her towering perch to
reach for some sort of foothold again
In the Jagged wall. Reluctantly the tail
soldier followed her. Like the thunp
Of q small hammer tapping out .
hour, stray chunks Of falling brick and
mortar accented every step of their
Eortuous descent With cloud Of dust
The cavernous cellar hole received them
into its cluttered depths. In the cir
cuiJOl1s path which they chose Of
through its half buried refuse
and wreckage only 3 great twisted pile
Of rusty girders reared up at last be-
.ween themselves and their destina-
ION
at the edge Of this pile the tail SOL ,
iier stopped and wheeled about so sud-
ienly chat the girl all but crashed
nto the bright medals on his valorous I
1reas& Though scarcely the breadth !
II a hand lay between them as they I
TODD thus facing each other he made
70 effort to touch her. not even to Z
teady her on her swaying feet, but /
lsst stood looking down upon her in an
'ddly remote, half -bewildered sort Of
ray. I
'Thank you Tor today" he said. Just {
hat. very simply. Thank you for to-
ay." Q
Then suddenly he smiled, not Just at )
&c, OK death, or peace, or war. or even.l b
{ the world SIS whole, but smiled 4
Ilst at her. Like bird uncaged. o b
nOthered enaber kindled suddenly 20
lame, his hampered spirit seemed fair
: leapang 20 freedom in that instant, q
nd then stilled again.
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awn shop window have snapped open y
nexpec1edky 70 q strangers casual \
yuch, and closed again for ala time =
a les 0wn sudden, secret smile. :,
Searching his face for that which 4
fe had given him, but finding only y
at which life had taken away from
lnas Alice Xardleigh found herSeK 3.
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