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f~ SYN0PSI8. CHAPTER I?Fired by the news of the (linking of the Lusitania by a German i submarine, Arthur Guy Empey, an Amerilean, leaves his office in Jersey City and Igoes to England where he enlists in the ! British army. CHAPTER II?After a period of trainling, Empey volunteers for immediate serv>'lce and soon finds himself in rest billets i'Somewhere in France," wnere ne nrsi makes the acquaintance of the ever-presi?nt "cooties." CHAPTER III?Empey attends his first j 'church services at the front while a Geriman Fokker circles over the congregation. CHAPTER IV?Empey's command goes ftnto the front-line trenches and Is under fire for the first time. CHAPTER V?Empey learns to adopt ; (the motto of the Brtlsh Tommy, "If you i are going to get it, you'll get it, so never ' worry." _ _ .. _ CHXPTER VI?Back "in rest billets, Em!pey gets his first experience as a mess orderly. CHAPTER VII?Empey learns how the 'British soldiers are fed. CHAPTER VIII?Back in the front-line 1 trench, Empey sees his first friend of the trenches "go West." CHAPTER IX?Empey makes his first visit to a dugout in "Suicide Ditch." CHAPTER X?Empey learns what constitutes a "day's work" in the front-line ; 11?noli CHAPTER XI?Empey goes "over the top" for the first time in a charge on the German trenches and is'; wounded by a bayonet thrust. CHAPTER XII?Empey joins the! "suicide c as the bombing squad j is called. CHAPTER XIII?Each Tommy . gets an al bath. CHAi '-_ .t XIV?Empey helps dig an advanced trench under German fire. CHAPTER XV?On "listening post" in No Man's Land. CHAPTER XVI?Two artillerymen "put one over" on Old Pepper, their regimental commander. CHAPTER XVII?Empey has narrow escape wrhile on patrol duty in No Man's Land. CHAPTER XVIII?Back in rest billets Empey writes and stages a i farce" comedy. CHAPTER XIX?Soldiers have i many ways to amuse themselves while "on their own." Chapter XX?Empey volunteers j for machine gun service and goes back into the front line trenches. CHAPTER XXI?Empty again goes j "over the top" in a charge which j ^cost his company 17 killed and 31. wounded. CHAPTER XXII?Trick with a| 'machine gun silences one bothersome Fritz. CHAPTER XXIII?German at-! tack preceded by gas wave, repulsed. ?CHAPTER XXIV?Empey is forced to take part in an execution as a member of the firing squad. ' Lloyd had gone. When the trench \ mortars opened up, a maddening ter1 "mr seized him and he wanted to run. ? to get away from that horrible din. < anywhere to safety. So quietly sneakI ing around the traverse, he came to the i entrance of a communication trench, !and ran madly and blindly down It, | ranning into traverses, stumbling into | muddy holes, and falling full length j jover trench grids. ! Groping blindly, with his arms : stretched out in front of him, he at, ilast came out of the trench into the i village, or what used to be a village, ! ; before the German artillery razed it I Mixed with his fear, he had a pej culiar sort of cunning, which whis-, pered to him to avoid ail sentries, because if they saw him he would be j 1 sent back to that awful destruction in j the front line, and perhaps be killed ! or maimed. The thought made him ! shudder, the cold sweat coming out in ; beads on his face. On his left, in the darkness, he could j ! make out the shadowy forms of trees; | : crawling on his hands and knees, stopj ping and crouching with fear at each | shell-burst, he finally reached an oldj J orchard and cowered at the base of a j {shot-scarred apple tree. He remained there ail night, listening to the sound of the guns and ever praying, praying that his useless life would be spared. | As dawn began to break, he could: !'* discern little aarK oDjects proiruamg from the ground all about him. Curiosity mastered his fear and he crawled to one of the objects, and there, in the \ [uncertain light, he read on a little, 'wooden cross: ! "Pte. H. S. Wheaton, No. 1670, 1st; (London Regt. R. F. Killed in action,; | April 25, 1916. R. L P." (Rest In ( {Peace). | When it dawned on him that he had j ; been hiding all night in a cemetery ( [ his reason seemed to leave him, and a ) mad desire to be free from it all made | him rush madly away, falling over liti tie wooden crosses, smashing some and masfy&ossxuiBS OUSTED StlfBI Jggggggg Buy Them And Help Win The War ? hi i mi'MM 50LWER 0 WENT * WiJYDfEY Z <JINfiER,MG ffl FRANCE i ?1917 BY ARTHUR tuYPtpgY trampling otners under nis reet. In his flight he came to an old French dugout, half caved in and partially filled with slimy and filthy water. like a fox being chased by th* hounds, he ducked into this hole, and threw himself on a pile of old empty sandbags, wet and mildewed. Then? unconsciousness. On the next day, he came to; far distant voices sounded in his ears. Opening his eyes, in the entrance of the dugout he saw a corporal and two men with fixed bayonets. The corporal was addressing him: "Get up, you white-livered blighter! Curse you and the day you ever joined D company, spoiling their fine record! It'll be you up against the wall, and a good job too. Get hold of him, men, and if he makes a break, give him the bayonet, and send it home, the cowardly sneak. Come on, you, move, we've been looking for you long enough." Lloyd, trembling and weakened by his long fast, tottered out. assisted by a soldier on each side of him. They took him before the captain, but could get nothing out of him but; "For God's sake, sir, don't have me shot, don't have me shot!" The captain, utterly disgusted with him, sent him under escort to division headquarters for trial by court-martial. charged with desertion under fire. They shoot deserters in France. During his trial, Lloyd sat as one dazed, and could put nothing forward in his defense, only an occasional "Don't have me shot!" His sentence was passed: "To be shot at 3:38 o'clock in the morning of May 18, 1916." This meant that he had only one more day to live. He did not realize the awfulness of his sentence; his brain seemed paralyzed. He knew nothing of his trip, under guard, in a motor lorry to the sandbagged guardroom in the village, where he was dumped on the floor and left, while a sentry with a fixed bayonet paced up and down in front of the entrance. Bully beef, water and biscuits were left beside him for his supper. The sentry, seeing that he ate nothing, came inside and shook him by the shoulder, saying in a kind voice: "Cheero, laddie, better eat something. You'll feel better. Don't give up hope. You'll be pardoned before morning. I know the way they run these things. They're only trying to scare you, that's all. Come now, that's a good lad, eat something. It'll make the world look different to you." The good-hearted sentry knew he was lying about the pardon. He knew nothing short of a miracle could save the poor lad. Lloyd listened eagerly to his sentry's words, and believed them. A look of hope came into his eyes, and he ravenously ate the meal beside him. In about an hour's time, the chaplain came to see him, but Lloyd would have none of him. He wanted no parson ; he was to be pardoned. The artillery behind the lines suddenly opened up with everything they had. An intense bombardment of the enemy's lines had commenced. The roar of the guns was deafening. Lloyd's fears came back with a rush, and he cowered on the earthen floor with his hands over his face. The sentry, seeing his position, came in and tried to cheer him by talking to him: "Never mind them guns, boy, they won't hurt you. They are ours. We are giving the Boches a dose of their own medicine. Our boys are going over the top at dawa of the morning to take their trenches. We'll give 'em a taste of cold steel with their sausages and beer. You just sit tight now until they relieve you. I'll have to go now, lad, as it's nearly time for my relief, and I don't want them to see me a-talkin* with you. So long, laddie, cheero." With this, the sentry resumed the pacing of his post. In about ten minutes' time he was relieved, and e D company man took his place. Looking into the guardhouse, the sentry noticed the cowering attitude of Lloyd, and, with a sneer, said to him: "Instead of whimpering in that corner, you ought to be saying your prayers. It's bally conscripts like you what's spollin' our record. We've been out her* nigh onto eighteen months, and you're the first man to desert his post. The whole battalion is laughia* aod poklr/ fun at D company, bad luck io yoc! but you won't get another chance to disgrace us. They'll put your lighto out in the mornin'." After listening to this tirade, Lloyd. In a faltering voice, asked: "They are not going to shoot me, are they? Why, the other sentry said they'd pardon me. For God's sake?don't tell me I'm to be shot I" and his voice died away in a sob. "Of course, they're going to shoot you. The other sentry was jest a-ktd I uin you. jest use oia smitn. Always , a-tryin' to cheer some one. You ain't , got no more chance o' bein' pardoned , than I have of gettin' to be colonel of ( my 'batt.'" < When the fact that all hope was < gone finally entered Lloyd's brain, a ] calm seemed to settle over him, and j rising to his knees, with his arms i etretched out to heaven, he prayed, and j all of his soul entered into the prayer, j "O, good and merciful God, give me j strength to die like a man! Deliver i me from this coward's death. Give me i a chance to die like my mates in the : fighting line, to die fighting for my ; country. I ask this of thee." j ] A peace, hitherto unknown, came to 1 Bi I i j i J I ( He Betrayed His Country. 1 ??, _nd no croucnea &nu tunncu uv more, but calmly waited the dawn, 1 ready to go to his death. The sheila were bursting all around the guardroom, but he hardly noticed them. 5 While waiting there, the voice of the sentry, singing in a low tone, came to 1 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. Tajce me over the sea, where the Allemand i can't get at me. Oh, my, I don't want to die! I want to go home. Lloyd listens 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 deafen- < ing report, and the sandbag walls of | the guardroom toppled over, and then ?blackness. < When Lloyd recovered conscious- 1 ness, he was lying on his right side, facing what used to be the entrance of j the guardroom. Now, it was only a jumble of rent and torn sandbags. His head seemed bursting. He slowly rose * nr, Ho oIKmv on/9 fr fVio on et tho Uli *ilO uxuv>? , auu v* ?u vuv vumv vmv 1 dawn was breaking. But what was that mangled shape lying over there among the sandhags? 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 j wish gratified. He had "gone home." !. He was safe at last from the "whizz? | < bangs" and the Allemand. ! i Like a flash it came to Lloyd that he < was free. Free to go "over the top" i J with his company. Free to die like a \W isiiiiiil W iliJltiillillll ^ ; I i > tiii1'!' ;::r ni""'1- ? . A 1mm* ' ' ' -1 I erne joncon ngnung ror ms Kirrg ami 1 country. A great gladness and warmth ^me over him. Carefully stepping Dver the body of the sentry, he started I an a mad race down the ruined street ' af the village, amid the bursting shells, I minding them not, dodging through or ; around hurrying platoons on their way j to also go "over the top." Coming to a communication trench he could not ! ?et through. It was blocked with laugh- i [ng, cheering and cursing soldiers. Climbing out of the trench, he ran i wildly along the top, never heeding the rain of machine-gun bullets and shells, 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, j He would catch them. He wuuld die j with them. Meanwhile his company had gone "over." They, with the other com-1 panies had taken the first and second German trenches, and had pushed steadily on to the third line. D com* pany, led by their captain, the one who had sent Lloyd to division head^uar-1 ters for trial, charged with desertion,; had pushed steadily forward until they | found themselves far in advance of the rest of the attacking force. "Bombing out" trench after trench, and using | their bayonets, they came to a German i communication trench, which ended in j n Klln/^fnn nnd flinn fSo zionfoin o r-t r? _ a uuuuoap, auu iucu i.ub v?^iuiut auu ; ? 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 have j some chance if ammunition and bombs could reach them from the rear. Their ? supply was exhausted, and the men realized it would be a case of dying as bravely as possible, or making a run for it. But D company would not! run. It was against their traditions , and principles. 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