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SYNOPSIS. CHAPTER I?Fired by the news of the Inking of the Lusitania by a German j ubmarine, Arthur Guy Empey, an American, leaves his ofnce In Jersey City and joes to England where he enlists in the ! jeriusn army. CHAPTER II?After a period of training, Empey volunteers for immediate service and soon finds himself in rest billets i ^somewhere in France," where he first makes the acquaintance of the ever-present "cooties." i CHAPTER III?Empey attends his first ! (church services at the front while a Ger- I .man Fokker circles over the congregation. CHAPTER IV? Empey's command goes flnto the front-line trenches and is under (fire for the first time. \ CHAPTER V?Empey learns to adopt (the motto of the Brtish Tommy, "If you i iftre going to get it, you'll get it, so never [worry." . _ _ i * CHAPTER VI?Back in rest billets, Em- ] ,'pey gets his first expedience as a mess (orderly. CHAPTER VII?Empey learns how the British soldiers are fed. 1 1 CHAPTER VIII?Back in the front-line . (trench, Empey sees his first friend of the J trenches "go West." | ] CHAPTER IX?Empey makes his first , (visit to a dugout in "Suicide Ditch." CHAPTER X?Empey learns what con- ' .stitutes a "day's work" in the front-line I i ' tnanch CHAPTER XI?Empey goes "over tne 'top" for the first time in a cnarge on wc i German trenches and is wounded by a } bayonet thrust. ? CHAPTER XII?Empey joins the sm- ? tdde club" as the bombing squad is called. CHAPTER VIII?Back in the front t liDe trench, Empey sees his first i friend of the trenches "go West." 8 CHAPTER IX?Empey makes his r first visit to a dugout in "Suicide Ditch." i CHAPTER X?Empey learns what j, constitutes a "day's work" in the front-line trench. CHAPTER XI?Empey goes "over r the top" for the first time in a charge on the German trenches and is ft wounded by a bayonet thrust. CHAPTER XII?Empey joins the; "suicide club" as the bombing squad is called. CHAPTER XIII?Each Tommy * gets an official bath. T CHAPTER XIV?Empey helps dig I an advanced trench under German fire. h CHAPTER XV?On "listening tJ a \ post" in No Man's Land. CHAPTER XVI?Two artillery-, 8 men "put one over" on Old Pepper, their regimental commander. CHAPTER XVII?Empey has narrow escape while on patrol duty in No clan's Land. CHAPTER XVIII?Back in rest billets Empey writes and stages a farce comedy. CHAPTER XIX?Soldiers have many ways to amuse themselves while "on their own." ; Chapter XX?Empey volunteers for machine gun service and goes hack into the fronj line trenches. CHAPTER XXI?Empty again goes '"over the top" in a charge which cost his company 17 killed and 31 i wounded. j . CHAPTER XXII?Trick with a machine gun silences one bothersome Fritz. . Atweu tnea to get in front of tne sentry to explain to him that it really was the general he had under arrest, but the sentry threatened to run his j bayonet through him, and would have done it, too. So Atwell stepped aside, i and remained silent. I was nearly , bursting with suppressed laughter. One | word, and I would have exploded. It; is not exactly diplomatic to laugh al your general in such a predicament, j : The sentry and his prisoner arrived at brigade headquarters with disastrous results to the sentry. * The joke was that the general .had * personally issued the order for tire 0 spy's arrest. It was a habit of the general to walk through the trenches on ri rounds of inspection, unattended by | any of his staff. The Irishman, being: ri new in the regiment, had never seen . the general before, so when he came a across him alone in a communication e trench, he promptly put him under ar- e rest. Brigadier generals wear a red: ^ band around their caps. Next day we parsed the Irishman ^ tied to the wheel of a limber, the be- ? ginning of his sentence of twenty-one d ' days, field punishment No. 1. INever 0 "before have I seen such a woebegone c expression on a man's face. *J For several days, Atwell apd I made a ourselves scarce around brigade head- a quarters. We did not want to meet a the general. The spy was never caught e CHAPTER XXIV. * o The Firing Squad. A few days later I had orders to re- a port back to divisional headquarters, n about thirty kilos behind the line. I reported to the A. P. M. (assistant provost marshal). He told me to report to billet No. 78 for quarters and rations. It was about eight o'clock at night j and I was? tired and soon fell asleep in j the straw of the billet. It was a mis- j r< erable night outside, cold, and a drizzly ^ rain was falling. t ! About two in the morning I was awakened by some one shaking me by the shoulder. Opening my eyes I saw a regimental sergeant major bending war rnp. Hp had a lisrhted lantern in MI 6\5> MKM 50IMR OWENT * * infflYmptY : mm, otng in niawct-? ~ ?1917 BY ARTHUR CUY ?HPEY his right hand. I started to ask him what was the matter, when he put his finger to his lips for silence and whispered : "Get on your equipment, and, without any noise, come with me." This greatly mystified me, but I obeyed his order. Outside of the billet, I asked him what was up, but he shut me up with: 1 :4Don't ask questions, it's against or- 1 ders. I don't know myself." J It was raining like the mischief. We splashed along a muddy road for about fifteen minutes, finally stopping at the entrance of what must have been an old barn. In the darkness. I could hear pigs grunting, as if they \ had just been disturbed. In front of J the door stood an officer in a mack (mackintosh).. The R. S. M. went up to him, whispered something, and then J [eft. This officer called to me, as*ed my name, number and regiment, at the ] same time. In the light of a,lantern he ] *as holding, making a notation ix a 1 itfle book. * 'When he had finished writing, be 1 vl ispered: 1 kUl?4. ?,nU aiJ.im I i \jru iniv tnut uiiioL auu watt vivicao? rnd no talking. Understand?" t I stumbled into the barn and sat on * he door in the darkness. I could see 10 one, but could hear men breathing * ind moving; they seemed nervous and c 'estless. I know I was. ' 1 During my wait, three other men I mtered. Then the officer poked his tead in the door and ordered: "Fall in, outside the billet, in single fi ank." J We fell in, standing at ease. Then i? commanded: 1 "Squad?'Shun! NumberT J There were twelve of us. f "Right?Turn! Left?Wheel! Quick ? -March!" And away we went. The ain was trickling down my back and ? was shivering from the cold. With the officer leading, we must 8 ave marched over an hour, plowing _ hrough the mud and occasionally tumbling into a shell hole in the road, Buried With Honors. 'hen suddenly the officer made a left 'heel, and we found ourselves in a sort i f enclosed courtyard. The dawn was breaking and the j ain had ceased. | In front of us were four stacks of I Lfles, three to a stack. ; The officer brought us to attention : nd gave the order to unpile arms. We s ach took a rifle. Giving us "Stand at ase," in a nervous and shaky voice, e informed: "Men, you are here on a very solemn uty. You have been selected as a ring squad for the execution of a solier, who, having been found guilty f a grievous crime against king and ountry, has been regularly and duly ried and sentenced to be shot at 3:28 ?rrv??? e?AnfAr?/?A V?oc? Knnn j ? III. 11I1S Utile. I.U10 OCUICUV.C UUO UbUl pproved by the reviewing authority nd ordered carried out It is our duty a carry on with the sentence of the ourt. "There are twelve rifles, one of rhich contains a blank cartridge, the ther eleven containing ball cartridges. !very man is expected to do his duty nd fire to kill. Take your orders from ie. Squad?'Shun !" We came to attention. Then he left [y heart was of lead, and my knees hook. After standing at "attention" for 'hat seemed a week, though in reality : could not have been over five mintes, we heard a low whispering in our sar and footsteps on the stone flagIng of the courtyard. Our officer reappeared and in a low, ut firm voice, ordered: "About?Turn I" We turned about In the gray light f dawn, a few yards in front of me, I )uld make out a brick wall. Against lis wall was a dark form with a white , square pinned on its oreast. We were supposed to aim at this square. To the right of the form I noticed a white spot on the wall. This would be my target. "Ready! Aim! Fire!" The dark form sank into a huddled heap. My bullet sped on its way, and hit the whitish spot on the wall; I could see the splinters fly. Some one else had received the rifle containing the blank cartridge, but my mind was at ease, there was no blood of a Tommy on my hands. "Order?Arms! About?Turn I PileArms ! Stand?Clear." The stacks were re-formed. "Quick ? March! Right ? Wheel!" And we left the scene of execution behind us. It was now daylight. After marching about five minutes, we were dismissed with the following instructions from the officer in command: "Return, alone, to your respective companies, and remember, no talking about this affair, or else it will go hard wiin me guuiy uues. We needed no urging to get away. I did not recognize any of the men on the firing squad; even the officer was a stranger to me. The victim's relations and friends in Blighty will never know that he was executed; they will be under the impression that he died doing his bit for king and country. In the public casualty lists his name will appear under the caption "Accidentally Killed," or "Died." The day after the execution I re* celved orders to report back to the line, and to keep a still tongue in ray head. Executions are a part of the day's work, but the part we hated most of all, I think?certainly the saddest The British war department is thought by j many people to be composed of rigid regulations all wound around with red cape. But It has a heart, and one ox Che evidences of this is the considerate tfay in which an execution is concealed rad reported to the relative of the anmu TT nAT?A* ATir f 1"> A mniuovc uiau. ajucj ucvci nuuw uic it^h. He is listed in the bulletins as unong the "accidentally killed." In the last ten years I have several imes read stories in magazines of :owards changing, in a charge, to he* oes. I used to laugh at it. It seemed iasy for story-writers, but I said, "Men arent made that way.V But over n Prance I learned once that the itreak of yellow can turn all white. I >icked up the story, bit by bit, from he captain of the company, the sen- j ries who guarded the poor fellow, as rell as from my own observations. At Irst I did not realize the whole of his ; tory, but after a week of investiga- j Ion It stood out as clear in my mind js the mountains of my native West In i he spring sunshine. It impressed me 0 much that I wrote it all down In j est billets on scraps of odd paper.! ?he Incidents are, as I say, every bit ] rue; the feelings of the man are true -I know from all I underwent in the ghting over in France. We will call him Albert Lloyd. That rasn't his name, but it will do: , Albert Lloyd was what the world erms a coward. * , In London they called him a slacker. , His country had been at war nearly , ighteen months, and still he was not ] 1 khaki. ( He had no good reason for not ensting, being alone in the world, hav- , ig been educated in an orphan asy- x lm, and there being no one dependent' ? pon him for support He had no good , osition to lose, and there was no j weetheart to tell him with her lips 1 o go, while her 6yes pleaded for him 3 stay. a Every time he saw a recruiting ser- f eant he'd slink around the corner out c f sight, with a terrible fear gnawing * t his heart. When passing the big re- I riiiting Dosters. and on his way t? t usiness ana dock ne passea many, ne a muld pull down his cap and look the ther way from that awful finger a ointing at him, under the caption, ^ XTinr, o rw? Pnnnfm VooH Vnil " n JLUU1 auu wuuw J AVU J J r the boring eyes of Kitchener, which v 1% 'IjlllllllllilUilllllillllllHIIIHIilflHlilDHlllllllIll 1 A Good d 1 Whether in ? a picnic, a; | 'there's I CHERO-O = sanitary be ^ formit = Marie of the EE bean, it is re1 Durnea mro ms very stnn, causing mm to shudder. Then the Zeppelin raids?during them, he used to crouch in a corner of his boarding-house cellar, whimpering like a whipped puppy and calling upon the Lord to protect him. Even his landlady despised him, although .she had to admit that he was "good pay." He very seldom read the papers, but one momentous morning the landlady put the morning paper at his place before he came down tc breakfast. Taking his seat he read the flaring headline, "Conscription Bill Passed," and nearly fainted. Excusing himself, he stumbled upstairs to his bedroom, with the horror of it gnawing into his vitals. Wnvintr nn ? fpTxr nrmnrtc hp decided not to leave the house, and to sham sickness, so he stayed in his room and had the landlady serve his meals there. Every time there was a knock at the door he trembled all over, imagining It was a policeman who had come to take him away to the army. One morning his fears were realized, Sure enough, there <etood a policeman with the fatal paper. Taking it in his trembling hand he read that he, Albert Lloyd, was ordered to report himself to the nearest recruiting station for physical examination. He reported Immediately, because he was afraid to disobey. The doctor looked with approval upon Lloyd's six feet of physical perfection, and thought what a fine guardsman he would make, but esiamined his heart twice before he passed him as "physically fitit was beating so fast. j From the recruiting depot Lloyd was taken, with many others, in charge of a sergeant, to the training depot at Aldershot, where he was given an outfit of khaki, and drew his other equipment. He made a fine-looking soldier, except for the slight shrinking in his shoulders and the hunted look in his eyes. At'"the training depot it does not take long to find out a man's .character, and Lloyd was promptly dubbed "windy." In the English amy "windy" means cowardly. The smallest recruit in the barracks looked on him with contempt, and. was not slow to show it in many ways. Lloyd was a good soldier, learned,1 quickly, obeyed every order promptly, j never groused at the hardest fatigues. He was afraid to. He lived in deadly fear of the officers and "noncoms" over j him. They also despised him. One morning about three months after his enlistment Lloyd's company j was paraded, and the names picked out for the next draft to France were read. When his name was called, he did iibt i step out smartly, two paces to the i front, and answer cheerfully, "Here, j sir," as the others did. He just faint-; ed in the ranks and was carried to barracks amid the sneers of the rest. That night was an agony of misery to him. He could not sleep. Just cried and whimpered in his bunk, because on the morrow the draft was to sail for France, where he would see death on all sides, and perhaps be killed himself. On the steamer, crossing the channel, he would have jumped over* board to escape, but was afraid of drowning. Arriving in France, he and the rest svere huddled into cattle cars. On the side of each appeared in white letters, 'Hommes 40, Chevaux 8." After hours rf bumping over the uneven French roadbeds they arrived at the training -?opp of Ronon At this place they were put through week's rigid training in trench warare. On the morning of the eighth lay they paraded at ten o'clock, and vere Inspected and passed by General I , then were marched to the quar- ! ermaster's, to draw their gas helmets i md trench equipment. A' four In the afternoon they were j .gain hustled into cattle cars. This | Ime the journey lasted two days, i ?hey disembarked at the town of Fre- j ent and could hear a distant d?a?! i)i)iii/a:iiiiiii)iiiiifiiiiiiiiii!iiii)iii)))ii))iiiliiii H TT mug to nave Hand the home, at the office or t the fount or in camp None so Good 3LA is sold only in sealed, >ttles, to insure purity, uniy and eternal goodness. pure juice of fruits and the cola freshing with no bad after effect. o Dooming, vvitn Knees snaking, L.ioya asked the sergeant what the noise was, and nearly dropped when the sergeant replied In a somewhat bored tone: "Oh, them's the guns up the line. Well be up there in a couple o' days or so. Don't worry, my laddie, you'll see more of 'em than you want before you get 'ome to Blighty again, that is, If you're lucky enough to get back. Now lend a hand there unloadin' them cars, and quit that everlastin' shakln\ I believe yer scared." The last with a contemptuous sneer. They marched ten kilos, full pack, to a little dilapidated village, and the sound of the guns grew louder, constantly louder. The village was full of soldiers who turned out to inspect the new draft, the men who were shortly to be their mates in the trenches, for they were going "up the line" on the morrow, to "take over" their certain sector of trenches. The draft was paraded in front of battalion headquarters and the men were assigned to companies. Lloyd was the only man assigned to D company. Perhaps the officer in charge of the draft had something to do with it, for he called Lloyd aside and said: "Lloyd, you are going to a new company. No one knows you. Your bed will be as you make it, so for God's sake, brace up and be a man. I think you have the stuff in you, my boy, so good-by and the best of luck to you." The next day the battalion took over their part of the trenches. It happened to be a very quiet day.- The artillery behind the lines was still, except for an occasional shell sent over to let the I PEACE TO YOl LET YOUR FEE^ WEAR WEAR SHOE; WHILE ALL OTI GET STYLES 1 ISH AND THAT j AND WEAR LIK BL vutsm HMI UICB ffll UMITH II jxrvEi I Buy Th< I IT pin Win II FOR SALE E | AND PA1 I I RENTZ 4 I BAMBE llllllllllllllllilllillllltolllllllllllllllllllli ll on lllililililliillllilllillllllllllllillllllllllilllllllllllllMli'l omniums Know tne gunners were not asleep. In the darkness, in single file, the company slowly wended their way down the communication trench to the front line. No one noticed Lloyd's white and drawn face. After they had relieved the company in the trenches, Lloyd, with two of the ! old company men, was put on guard in one of the traverses. Not a shot was fired from the German lines, and no one paid any attention to him crouched on the firing step. On the first time in, a new recruit is not required to stand with his head "over the top." He only "sits it out," while the elder men keep watch. At about ten o'clock, all of a sudden, he thought hell had broken loose, and crouched and shivered up against the parapet. Shells started bursting, as he Imagined, right in their trench, when in fact they were landing about a hun* dred yards in rear of them, in the second lines. One of the older men on guard, turning to his mate, said: "There goes Fritz with those d?d trench mortars again. It's about time our artillery 'taped' them, and sent ;over a few. Well, HI be d??d, Where's that blighter of a draft man gone to? There's his rifle leaning against the parapet. He must have legged it. Just keep your eye peeled, Dick, while I report it to the sergeant. I wonder if the fool knows he can be shot for such tricks as leavin' his nnst?" 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