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iM ;r W MACHIN er the Top" ji Americas Soldier L Who Went i IUR GUY EMPEY n! ft Conner Serving In Franca |J I ,! at realize th,e~ awfulness of e; his brain, seamed paraKnew nothing- of ijjls trip, J, in a motosr Wa^ to the guardroom, in.fltie^llage, us dumped on the floor and i Bfentry wtth a fixed bayoE> and dow&in front of the i r, water and biscuits were dm for his supper. 7, seeing that he ate nothslde and shook him by the ring In a kind voice: laddie, better eat some11 #aal Hat+a* Dnn'f <rlve Tou'll be pardoned before know the way they run . They're only trying to at's all. Come now, that's eat something. It'll make >k different to you." hearted sentry knew he out the pardon. He knew t of a miracle could save ned eagerly to his sentry's relieved them. A look , of ito his eyes, and he raven meal beside him. in hour's tine, the chapsee him, but Lloyd would him. He wanted no parto be pardoned. ry behind the 'lines sudup with everything they snse bombardment of the s bad commenced. Tne i guns was deafening.' came back with a rash, Bred on the earthen floor ^Bs over his face. H seeing his position, came ^Bo cheer him by talking to Kd them guns, boy, they ^kiu. They are oure. We Boches a dose of their Wpi Iiyed Hit Country. Our boys are going over a of the morning to take We'll give 'em a taste rith their sausages and sit tight now until they '11 have to go now, lad, Ime for my relief, and I em to see me a-talkin' long, laddie, ^heero." he sentry resumed the >ost In about ten mlnwas relieved, and a D took his place. the guardhouse, the j^^nhe cowering attitude of j^^Bh a sneer, said to him: HjHvhimpering in that corH^Hto be saying your pray BK conscripts like you ^Knr record. We've been m onto eighteen months, HSH first man to desert his fflH>le battalion Is laughin' ii'M i' mmv soimr 0 WENT ': HUD 6UYEMPEY E mm.MVIMIHFmCd-?1 ?1917 err ARfflfl arfOTtr and pokln* fan at D company, bad luck to you! but you won't get another chance to disgrace us. They'll put your lights out in the mornln'." After listening to this tirade, Lloyd, In a falterlfcg voice, asked: "They are not going to shoot me, are they? Why, the otlrer sentry said they'd pardon me. For Qod's sake?don't tell me I'm to be s]ttot v7 and his voice died away In -a sob. ? *- - . "Of course, they're going to shoot you. The other sentry was jest a-klddif' you. Jest like old Smith. Always a-tryln' to cheer some one. You ain't got no more chance o*vbeIn' pardoned than I have of gettlln' to be colonel of haft ' ** When the fact that all hope was gone finally* entered Lloyd's brain, a calm seemed to settle over him, and rising to his kne -s, with his arms stretched out to heaven, he prayed, and all of his soul enter<id Into the prayer. * "O, good and merciful God, give me strength to die like a man! Deliver me from this coward's death. Give me a chance to die like my mates in the fighting line, to die fighting for my country. I ask this of the A" *'' w A peace, hitherto unknown, came to him, and he crouched and cowered no more, bat calmly waited the dawn, ready to go to his death. The shells were bursting all around the guardroom, but he hardly noticed them. While waiting there, the voice of the sentry, singing In a low tone, came to. him. He was singing the chorus of the popular trench ditty: . * \ / ? ' I want to go home, I want to go home. I don't want'to go to the trenches no more. Where the "whizzbangs" and "sausages" roar galore. Take me over the sea, where the Allemand can't get'at ma Oh, my, I don't want to die! I want to go home. Lloyd listened to the words with a strange interest, and wondered what kind of a home he would go to across the Great Divide. It would be the only home he had ever known. Suddenly there came a great rushing through the air, a blinding, a deafening report, and the sandbag walls of the guardroom toppled over, and then ?blackness. v '-'i When Lloyd recovered consciousness, he was lying on his right side, facing what used to be the. entrance of the guardroom." Now, It was only a jumble of rent and torn sandbags. His head seemed bursting. He slowly rose on his elbow, and there In the east the' dawn was breaking. But what was that mangled shape lying over there among the sandbags? Slowly dragging himself to It, he saw the body of the sentry. One look was enough to know that he was dead. The soldier's head was missing. The sentry had had his wish gratified. He had "gone home." He was safe at last from the "whizzbangs" and the Allemand. Like a flash it came to Lloyd that he was free. Free to go "over the top" with his company. Free to die like a true Briton fighting for his king and country. A great gladness and warmth came over him. Carefully stepping over the body of the sentry, he started on a mad race down the ruined street of the village, amid the bursting shells, minding them not, dodging through or. around hurrying platoons on their way to also go "over the top." Coming to a communication trench he could not get through. It was blocked with laughing, cheering and cursing soldiers. Climbing out of the trench, he ran wildly along the top, never heeding the rain or macmne-gun. ouuets ana sneus. not even hearing the shouts of the officers, telling him to get back Into the trench. He was going to join his company who were In the front line. He was going to fight with them. He, the despised coward, had come into his own. While he was racing along, jumping over trenches crowded with soldiers, a ringing cheer broke out all along the front Hne, and his heart sank. He knew he was too late. His company had gone over. But still he ran madly. He would catch them. He would die with them. Meanwhile hip company had gone "over." They, with the other companies had taken the first and second German trenches, and had pushed steadily on to the third line. D company, led by their captain, the one who had sent Lloyd to division headquarters fnr trinl rhnrtrprt with dpsertion. had pushed steadilj' forward until they found themselves far in advance of the rest of the attacking force. "Bombing out" trench affer trench, and using their bayonets, they came to a German communication trench, which ended in a blindsap, and then the captain, and what was left of his men, knew they were in a trap. They would not retire. D company never retired, and they were D company. Right in front of them they could see hundreds of Germans preparing to rush them with bomb and bayonet. They would havo some chance.il ammunition and bombs could t^ofTtfrem^fFonf the' rear;' Tiifclr supply was exhausted, and the men realized it would be a case of djlng as bravely as possible, or making a run for it. But D company would not run. It was against their traditions and principles. ! The Germans would have to advance across an open space of three to four hundred yai'ds before they could get within bombing distance of the trench, and then it would be all their own way. Turning to his company, the captain said: "Men, It's a case of going West for us. We are out of ammunition and bombs, and the Boches have us In a trap. They will bomb us out. Our bayonets are useless here. We will have to go over and meet them, and n rasp nf thirtv to one. so send every thrust home, and die like the men of D company should. When I give the word, follow me, and up and Sit them. Give them h ! Lord, if w? only had a machine gun, we could wipe them out! Here they come, gtt ready, men." Just as he finished speaking, the welcome "pup-pup" of a machine gun in toelr rear rang out, and the front line of the onrushlng Germans seemed to melt away. They wavered, but once again came rushing onward. Down went? their second line. The machine gun was taking an awful toll of lives.! Then again they tried to advance, but tae machine gun mowed them down. Dropping their rifles and bombs, theyj broke and fled-in a wild rush back to' their trench, amid the cheers of "D" company. They were forming again for another attempt, when In the rear of D company came a iqlghty cheer. The ammunition had arrived and with it a Battalion of Scotch to re-enforce them. They were saved. The unknown machine gunner had;come to the rescue in the nick of time. With the re-enforcements it was an1 easy task to take the third German line. After the attack was over, the captain and three of his noncommissioned officers, wended their way back to the position whure the machine gun had done its deadly work. He wanted to thank the gunner In the name of D company fcr his magnificent deed. They arrived at the gun, and an awful sight met their eyes. i Lloyd had* reached the front line trench, after his company had left it A strange company was ninbly crawling ' up the trench ladders. They were reenforcements gelng over. They were Scotties, and they made a magnificent sight in their brightly -colored kilts and bare knees. Jumping over the trench, Lloyd raced across "No Man's Land," unheeding the rain of bullets, leanine over dark forms on the groulid, some of which lay still, while otheni called oat to him as h# Speeded past He came to the German front line, but it was deserted, except fbr heaps of dead and wounded?a grim tribute to the work of his company, good old D company, leaping trenches, and gasping for breath, Lloyd could see right ahead of him his company in a dead-ended sap of a communication trench, and across the open, away in front of thenr, a mass of Germans preparing for 11 charge. Why didn't D company flro on them? "Why were tliey so strangely silent? T^hat were tj?ey waiting for? Then he knew?their ammunition was exhausted. But what was that on his right? A machine gun. Why didn't it open Are and save them? He would make that gun's crew do their duty. Rushing over to the gun he saw why it had not opened fir^. Scattered around its base lav six. still forms. Thev had broueht their gun to consolidate the captured position, but a German machine gun had decreed they would never Are again. Lloyd pushed to the gun and, gra sping the traversing handles, trained it I toil the Germans. He pressed the thumb piece,, but only a sharp click was the result. The gun was unloaded. Then [ he realized his helplessness. He did not know how to load the gun. Oh, why hadn't he attended the machlnej gun course in England? He'd been offered the chance, but with a blush of shame he remembered that he had b een afraid. The nickname of the machine gunners had frightened him. They were called the "Suicide club." Now, because of this fear, his company would be destroyed, the men of D company would have to die, because he, Albert Lloyd, had been afraid ol! a name. In Ms shame he cried like a baby. Anyway he could die with them and, rising to his feet, he stumbled over the body of one of the gunners, who emitted a faint moan. A gleam of hope flashed through him. Perhaps this man could tell him how to load the gun. Stooping over the body he gently shook it and the soldier opened his eyes. Seeing Lloyd, he closed them again and, in a faint voice, said: "Get away, you blighter, leave me alone. I don't want any coward around me." The words, cut Lloyd like a knife, but he was desperate. Taking the revolver out ,cf the holster of the dying Wtnn V?r\ nroeeo/1 fho mil77lP tM tilP soldier's head and replied: "Yes, it is Lloyd, the coward of Company D, but so help me God. if you don't tell me how to load that gun I'll put a bullet through your brain!" i A sunny smile came over the countenance of the dying man and he said In a faint whisper: "Good old boy! I knew you wouldn't disgrace- our company " Lloyd interposed: "For God's soke, if you want to save that company you are so proud of, tell me how to load that d?-d gun!" As if reciting a lesson in school, the soldier replied in a weak, singsong [ ftonF." JW tirnnlr San'dle Back on roll* i er, let go, and repeat motion, Gun Is I now loaded. To fire, raise automatic ! safety latch, and press tliumbpiece. | Gun Is now firing. If gun stops, aseeri tain positiou of crank handle?" j _ But Lloyd waited f?r no more. With I wild joy at his heart, he took a belt from one (jf the ammunition boxes lying beside the gun,-and followed the dying man'a Instructions. Then he pressed the i:humbplece and a burst of fire rewarded his efforts. The gun was working/' " Training it on the Germans he shouted for joy as their front rank went down. ' Traversing, the gun back and forth &TOng the" mass of Germans, he saw them break and run back to the cover of their trend* leaving their dead and wounded behind. He had saved his company, he, Lloyd, the coward, had "done his bit." Releasing the thumbl .. ... p!ece, he looked at the watch 0:1 his wrist. He was still alive at . "3:381" "Ping!"?a bullet sang through the air, and Lloyd fell forward across the gun. A thin trlckle-of blood ran down his face from a little, black round hole In his forehead. . * * ' - "The sentence of the court had been "duly carried out", The captain slowly raised the limp form drooping over the gun and, wiping the blood from the white face, recognized'it as Lloyd, the coward of D company. Reverently covering the face with his handkerchief he turned to his "noncoms" and, in a voice husky with emotions, addressed them: "Boys, it's Lloyd, the deserter. He has redeemed himself, died the death of a hero?died that his mates might live." * . . * rTKrt* niai ajiiciLiuuu a duicuju j^iuvcoaiuu wended Its .way toward the cemetery. In the front a stretcher was carried by two sergeants. Across the stretcher the Union Jack was carefully spread. Behind the stretcher came a captain and forty-three men, all that were left -of D company ' - >; - ^Arriving at the cemetery, they halted In front of an open grave. All about them wooden crosses were broken and trampled into the ground. ' A grizzled old sergeant, noting this destruction, muttered under his breath; "Curse the cowardly blighter who wrecked those crosses! If I could only get these two hands around his neck his trip West would be short." The corpse on the stretcher seemed to move, or It might have been the J /v4 +V. ? TTnl/VIt Wiuu uiuwuig LUC iuiua ua uie urnuu Jack. . j*. v. i :'s J ' , " \ , * . IXO BE' CONTINUED;) >,V, > . I ^ Roger s Was Unatble to J Move Without Help i * . ' .1 'gives tanlac credit for working great change V ., ,, for him. ; ;. \ ' . \ From a condition -xrom which he *7 ' 1 suffered so that h? }>p:'d to be holped >y- .i j around, Ora H. Rtfgers, of 1009 * * ' ' I Kossuth St., New York, was changed into a vigorous man who could walk mil&s without having pains. \ . Because of this remarkable benefit, Mr. Rogers said, "I praise Tanlac above all other medicines, because,"! as he publicly stated, "Tanlac worked the change." Mr. Rogers' statement is so interesting and holds such encouragement for others that; it is given word for word. "I suffered from rheumatism and pnins so bad that I often had to be1 helped when I walked across the room," he declared. "That was only a few weeks ago, and now I can walk miles without suffering | any pains. "I will say right here," he continued, "that rheumatism and stomach trouble are about the' worst things a man can have. I had pains down my legs and through my body. I had to sit down for hours, but this only gave me a little relief. "I tried many mcdicines, but not one of them seemed to do me a| particle of good. I kept hearing such good reports from people of what Tanlac was doing for others that Ij decided to give it a trial. The first j | bottle gave me some relief from! those dreadful pains in my legs andi back. "As I kept on with Tanlac 1 bc<?an to feel like a new men. The! I pains passed away, I could go any-i where I wanted, and, as I said, travel miles by myself.- You can im-1 <.'*ine how I felt to finally find a! i7.'.livine with such merit as this wonderful Tanlac." Tanlac, the master medicine, is sold exclusively by P. B. Speed, Ab-1 bevillo; A. S. Cade, Bordeaux; J. T.J Black, Calhoun Falls; J. H. Bell &| Sons, Due West; Cooley & Speer, j Lowndesville; E. M. Fuller & Co., J McCormick; J. W. Morrah & Son, Mount Carmel; Covin & LeRoy, Wellington. Frice, $1 per bottle straight. fr. ** , * *** CANTEEN W0RKE1 TO Pftllll'S M. V A V ?UV U FOR OYS1 Eleanor Robson Belmon Tells of Her I In the R ; . i By ELEANOR ROl W HEN I left for Europe a few months ago I had no castiron reverence for the Red r# Cross. When I returned from Europe I brought home with me 1 Ka1(a4I In Iia,' ftrflronlvoffAn UUUUliUUCU UCUCl JJLl U1E Ulguuiauuvu. I had seen enough to make me realize that this was the best method of serving the soldiers and sailors. We are waging an economic war. Therefore the surest and most effective way to help is'through the established channels selected for that purpose by the government . The main work of the American Red Cross, however, is, of course, carried on In France. The policy of those heading this work is to back up, the French .in their own efforts and to help them develop along their own lines, not to root out French institutions and transplant American ones." Whether we work, then. In canteens, in' warehouses, in dispensaries, for poilus 'or for refugees, in Paris or in ff ^RSBPIHHr, I nff^L . . j^-'f- ' ' * < f b ^JHfl ELEANOR ROBSON BELMONT. _ the devastated districts, for the children or for the aged, it is always on the same plan of backing np the French if they have any organization or plan. 4 ' < Poilus Like Oysters and Salad. The canteen work is one of the most gratifying ways of helping the men. To see those poilus enjoying the first delicacies they have had for days is a soul-satisfying sight The English and French maintain canteens where they dispense soup, hot coffee and cocoa, tobacco. chocolate, etc., but the American Red Cross canteens serve real dinners at Cost or under. The poilus are inordinately fond of oysters and salad; when they can order a plate of oysters or a dish of salad in an American canteen they are as happy as children. We have six canteens In the French zone for the French ?rmy ?France Is, of course, divided into zones. In one line of communication canteen we serve from 4,000 to 8,000 men a day. These canteens are near the railroad stations for the benefit of the men going to the front, being transferred to some other section, or going home on a furlough. In one section the THE RE1 By EDGAR , TAM too old to shara Too many yeara Since Ttrst i saw in My youth has b I am too old to join thi Far-flung today th 1 may not die for wha But I am not too * I am not yet so old th? Have drifted fron I still can hear the hel And mercy still c: I still can share from The burden that < And I thank God that The Red Cross is I am too old to bear a Across the shell-tc I may not go where tr - ' And death's grim But I can hear the he! And I can serve tl And I thank God that I shall not be too ^^^^SliliMMWfejbSSED^^^y r .#*, it> JS CATER > APPETITE !? AND SALADS - ' ?. . .. ' . ? ' .* * 1 it, Home From Europe, Inbounded 'Faith 1 r* am ?*AO a \> i CU VIUOW / \M 'i BSON.BELMONT. hats used for this purpose are little alleys marked "Paris," "Dijon," or Tfljf ' '' ons." These little alleys are laid eat with bunks filled with sleeping men. If a poilu Is going to Paris, he throWt himself down In the Paris bunk, serene In/the knowledge that he will be called - * in time for .the Paris train. In some of the canteens the lights have to be dimmed on account of aeroplanes. Often the lights are ceyered with colored muslin shields* which make a rosy glow that la very home* like. One of the canteens has been [ decorated by some of. the best camon* <, flage artists in France, who havfe taken great delight in covering the walls uU even the ceiling with their pictures. /, The canteens are open day and night I for the benefit of the men at the big Junction'points. ' Do More Than Feed Men. J*The wocien in the canteens do mon r than feed-the men, howete*. Important as that-is. Poilua tearing tMf families are patnrally depressed agd "~^ed sympathetic listeners. Some on* to admire his wife's picture, some one to laugh Aver the baby's latest sit* of genius, some one to tell him. that the oldest boy is the Image,of'.Ills < handsome father?*his is as real a need in the poliu's life as salaft er soup. In fact the preSencrf of theae fine women is- such an infloaaca for, good that .'officers say the morale at the army is distinctly higher wherever the canteens are. This'diiueis great rlValry among'the canteen workers. Each one wants her canteen to be the best and most popular in the Serrice. .. Besides this direct, personal aerrlea. to the soldiers the lied Cross is defag a kind of John the Baptist, work with dispensaries. We have fifteen dlSpen sarles ' scattered tnrougn mscncta where war has been or fa likely te k*. France 'had mobilized 18,000 of her 24,000. physician a,-, leaving abotlt 6,000 for the whole of civilian France. Sometimes yotf will find one old deder taking, care * of several villages with no means of transportation except occasionally an aged. Overworked horse. Here is a chance for the Red Cross to step In and help. There ts a syndicate of physicians to which thq Red Creas applies to find out if a certain village has a medical adviser; If not we establish a center and- operate in a gives section around the center. t Bathing a Luxury. a Pros* doctor and nurse so out regularly to the villages is their section. Each village Is Informed when they are coming so that all who want medical adylce or treatment can meet together In one spot and save unnecessary call*. Of course, If any one Is too 111 to come to the doctor, the doctor goes to him. The nurses carry among other things shower baths for bablea. In many' regions of France, owing to lack of facilities, bathing Is a luxury, "so the superstition has grown up that It la dangerous. Now since the mothers are convinced that their children will be neither killed nor Injured, but on the contrary benefited by baths, how they do look forward to them I ' ?II InanttHnff Ailflvltw ||f AllCf ttU' iuu) umpuu?5 wvm ??iy v* tfie Red Cross on the other side, romantic in spite of tl f drudgery and tragedy, I expected the work here to be an anti-climax. I was amazed, thai, when I returned to see what we weTe accomplishing at home. ' '/ . ... . ' ' i acrossA. GUEST. the fight; , i , i have come and gone e morning light. een and traveled on* * e line, iat truth' shall live}; t Is fine, Did to give. 111 i the world apart1 pless cry, ' in reach my heart day to day >ur youth must bearv I can say my symbol there. i lance, irn Flanders' field oops advance terrors are revealed? ' Ipless call, lem while 1 live; through it all old to give. 1 ^ ? J