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“I see! You’d just applied
for Officer’s Training Camp?”
“Exactly, and you know you
never can tell what rumor a per
son like that can start. He’s
keen enough to see the advan
tage, of course, and follow it up.
Oh, he’s got one coming to him
all right!”
“Yes, he’s keen all right.
That’s the trouble. It’s hard to
get him.”
“Well, just wait. I’ve got him
now. If I don’t make him bite
the dust! Ye gods! When I
think of the way he looks at me
every time he sees me I could
skin him alive!”
“I fancy he’d be rather slip
pery to skin. I wouldn't like to
try it, Harry 1”
“ Well, 'but wait till you see
where I’ve got him! He’s in the
draft. He goes next week. And
they’re sending all those men to
our camp! He’ll be a private, of
course, and he’ll have to salute
me! Won’t that gall him?”
“He won’t do it! I know
him, and he won’t do it!”
“I’ll take care that he does
it all right! I’ll put myself in his
way and make him do it. And if
he refuses I’ll report him and get
him in the guard house. See? I
can, you know. Then I guess
he’ll smile out of the other side
of his mouth!”
“He won’t likely be iu your
company.
“That doesn’t make any dif
ference. 1 can get him into
trouble if he isn’t, but I’ll try to
work it that he is if I ean. I’ve
got ‘puli’, you know, and I
know how to ‘work’ my super
iors!” he swaggered.
“That isn’t very good policy,”
advised the other. “I’ve heard
of men picking off officers they
didn’t like when it came to bat
tle.”
“I’ll take good care that he’s
in front of me on all such occas
ions!”
A sudden nudge from his com
panion made him look up, and
there looking sharply down at
him, was the returning captain,
and behind him walked John
Cameron still with that amused
smile on his face. It was plain
that they had both heard his
boast, llis face crimsoned and
he jerked out a tardy salute, as
the two passed on leaving him
muttering imprecations under his
breath.
When the front door slammed
behind the two Waiuwright
spoke in a low shaken growl:
“Now what in thunder is that
Captain LaRue going on to Bryne
Haven fori I thought, of course,
he got off at Spring Heights.
That’s where his mother lives.
I’ll bet he is going up to see
Ruth Macdonald! You know
they’re related. If he is, that
knocks my plans all into a cocked
hat. I’d have to sit at attention
all the evening, and I couldn’t
propose with that cad around!”
“Better put it off then and
come with m3,” soothed his
friend. “Athalie Britt will help
you forget your troubles all right,
and there’s plenty of time. You’ll
get another leave soon.”
“How the dickens did John
Cameron come to be on speaking
terms with Captain La Rue, I’d
litv v tu xvnuw i liiusru am
wright, paying no. heed to his
friend.
“Il’m! That does complicate
matters for you some, doesn’t
it ? Captain La Rue is down at
your canip, isn’t he! Why, I sup
pose Cameron knew "him up at
college, perhaps. Cap used to
come up from the university
every weekTast winter to lecture
at college.”
Wainwright muttered a chain
of choice expletives known only
to men,of his kind.
“Forget it I” encouraged his
friend slapping him vigorously
on the shoulder as the train drevv
into Bryne Haven. “Come off
that grouch and get busy! You’re
on leave, man ! If you can’t visit
one woman there’s plenty more,
and time enough to get married,
too, before you go to France.
Marriage is only an incident,
anyway. Why make such a fnss
abou.t it t”
By the fitful glare ,of the sta
tion lights they could see- that
Cameron was walking with the
captain just ahead of them.in the
attitude of familiar converse.
The sight did not put Wain
wright into a bettff humor.
At the great gate of the^Mac
donald estate Cameron and La
Ru$ parted. JFhey could hear fche
last words of their conversation.
2
as La Rue swung into the wide
driveway and Cameron started
on up the street:
“I’ll attend to it the first thing
in the morning, Cameron, and
I’m glad you spoke to me about
it! I don’t see any reason why
it shouldn’t go through! I shall
be personally gratified if we can
make the arrangement. Good
right and good luck to you!”
The two young officers halted
at a discreet distance until John
Cameron had turned off to the
right and walked away into the
darkness. The captain’s quick
step could be heard crunching
along the gravel drive to the
Macdonald house.
“Well, I guess that about set
tles me for the night, Bobbie!”
sighed Wainwright. “Come on,
let’s pass the time away some
how. I’ll stop at the drug store
to phone and make a date with
Ruth for tomorrow morning.
Wonder where I can get a car to
take her out? No, I don’t want
to go in her car because she al
ways wants to run it herself.
When you’re proposing to a
woman you don’t want her to be
absorbed in running a car. See ? ’ ’
“I don’t know. I haven’t so
much experience in that line as
you have, Harry, but I should
think it mi slit be inconvenient.”
laughed the other.
They went back to the* station.
A few minutes later Wainwright
emerged from the telephone
booth in the drug store with a
lugubrious expression.
“Doggone my luck! She’s
promised to go to church with
that cousin of hers, and she’s
busy all the rest of the day. But
she’s promised to give me next
Saturday if I can get off!” His
face brightened with the thought.
“I guess I can make it. If I
can’t do anything else I’ll tell
’em I’m going to be married, and
then I can make her rush things
through, perhaps. Girls are
game for that sort of thing just
now; it’s in the air, these war
marriages. By George, I’m not
sure but that’s the best way to
work it after all. She’s the kind
of a girl that would do almost
anything to help you out of a fix
that way, and I’ll just tell her I
had to say that to get off and
that I'll be court martialed if
they find out it wasn’t so. How
about it?”
“I don’t know, Harry. It’s all
right, of course, if you can get
away with it, but Ruth's a pretty
bright girl and has a will of her
own, you know. But now, come
on. It’s getting late. What do
you say if we get up a party and
run down to Atlantic City over
Sunday, now that you’re free?
I know those two girls would be
tickled to death to go, especially
Athalie. She’s a westerner, you
know, and has never seen the
ocean.”
“All right, come on, only you
must -promise there won’t be any
scrapes that will get me into ,the
papers and blow back to Bryne
Haven. You know there’s a lot
of Bryne Haven people go to At
lantic City this time of year and
I’m not going to have any stories
started. I’m going to marry
Ruth Macdonald!”
“All right. Come on.”
CHAPTER II.
Ruth Macdonald drew up her
little electric runabout sharply
at the crossing, as jthe station
gates suddenly clanged down in
her way, and sat back with a look
of annoyance on her face.
Michael of the crosiug was so
overcareful sometimes that it be
came trying. She was sure there
was plenty of time to cross before
the down train. She glanced at
her tiny wrist watch and
frowned. Why, it was fully five
minutes before the train was due!
What could Michael mean^, stand
ing there with his flag so import
antly and that determined look
upon his face?
She glanced down the plat
form and was surprised to find a
crowd. There must be a special
expected. What was it? A con
. vention of some sort ? Or a pic
nic? It was late in the season
for picnics, and not quite soon
enough for a eollege football
game. Who were they, anyvtajO
She looked them over and was
astonished to find people of every
; class, the workers, t)ie wealthy,
the plain every day men, women
and children, all with a waiting
attitude and a strange seriousness
upon them. A» she looked closec
she s^w teark on some faces and
handkerchiefs everywhere in evi
dence. Had some one died?
Was this a funeral train they
were awaiting? Strange she had
not heard!
Then the band suddenly burst
out upon her with the familiar
wail:
There’s a long, long trail awind
i»g,
Into the land of our dreams,—
and behind came the muffled
tramping of feet not accustomed
to marching together.
Ruth suddenly sat up very
straight and began to watch, an
unfamiliar awe upon her. This
must be the first draft men just
going away! Of course! Why
had she not thought of it at once.
She had read about their going
and heard people mention it the
last week, but it had not entered
much into her thoughts. She had
not realized that it would be a
ceremony of public interest like
this. She had no friends whom it
would touch. The young men of
her circle had all taken warning
in plenty of time and found them
selves a commission somewhere,
two of them having settled- up
matters but a few days before.
She had thought of these draft
men, when she had thought of
them all, only when she saw men
tion of them in the newspapers,
and then as a lot of workingmen
or farmers' boys who were re
luctant to leave their homes and
had to be forced into patriotism
in this way. It had not occurred
to her that there were many hon
orable young men who would
taae tins wTay or purring rnem
selves at the disposal of their
country in her time of need, with
out attempting to feather a nice
little nest for themselves. Now
she watched them seriously and
found to her astonishment that
she knew many of them. There
were three college fellows in the
front ranks whom she had met.
She had danced with them and
been taken out to supper by
them, and had a calling acquain
tance with their sisters. The sis
ter of one stood on the sidewalk
now in the common crowd, quite
near to the runabout, and seemed
to have forgotten that anybody
was by. Her face was drenched
with tears and her lips were quiv
ering. Behind her was a gray
haired woman with a skewey
blouse and a faded dark blue
serge skirt too long for the pre
vailing fashion. The tears were
trickling down heh cheeks also;
and an old man with a crutch,
and a little round-eyed girl,
seemed to belong to the party.
The old man’s lips w^ere set and
he was looking at the boys with
his heart in his eyes.
Ruth shrank back not to in
trude upon such open sorrow,
and glanced at the line again as
they straggled down the road to
the platform; 50 serious, grave
eyed young men with determined
mien and sorrow in the droop
of their shoulders. One could see
how they hated all this publicity
and display, this tense moment
of farewell in the eyes of the
town; and yet how tender they
felt toward those dear ones who
had gathered thus to do them
honor as they went away to do
their part in the great wrorld
struggle for liberty.
As she looked closer the girl
saw they were not mature men as
at first glance they had seemed,
but most of them mere boys.
There was the boy that mowed
the Macdonald lawn, and the yel
low haired grocery boy. There
was the gas man and the nice
young plumber who fixed the
leak in the wat£r pipes the other
day, and the clerk from the post
office, and the cashier fronuthe
bank! What made them look so
old at first sight? Why, it was
as if sorrow and responsibility
had suddenly been put tipon them
like a garment that morning for
a uniform, and they walked in
the shadow of the great sadness
that had come upon the world.
She understood that perhaps
even up to the very day before,
they had most of them been
merry, careless boys; hut now
they were men, made so in a
night by the horrible sin that had
brought about this thing called
war.
For the first time since the war
began Ruth Macdonald had a vis
ion of what the war meant. She
had been knitting, of course, with
all the rest; she, had spent long
mornings at the Red Cross rooms
—she was on her way there this
very minute when Michael and
the procession had interrupted
her course—she had made miles
of surgical dressings and picked
tons of oakum. She had bade her
men friends cheery good-byes
wheh they went to officers’ train
ing camps, and with the other
girls welcomed and admired their
uniforms when they came home
on short furloughs, one by ohe
winning his stripes and commis
sion. They were alt nign whom
she had know* in society'. They
had wealth and position and
found it easy to get into the kind
of thing that pleased them in the
army or navy. The danger they
were facing seemed hardly a neg
ligible quantity. It was the fash
ion to look on it that way. Ruth
had never thought about it be
fore. She had even been severe
in her judgment of a few mothers
who worried about their sons and
wanted to get them exempt in
some way. But these stern loyal
mothers who stood in close ranks
with heavy lines of sacrifice upon
their faces, tears on their cheeks,
love and self-abnegation iu their
eyes, gave her a new view of the
world. These were the ones who
would be in actual poverty, some
of them, without their boys,.and
whose lives would be empty in
deed when they went forth. Ruth
Macdonald had never before real
ized the suffering this war was
causing individuals until she saw
the faces of those women with
their sons and brothers and lov
ers ; until she saw7 the faces of the
brave boys, for the moment all
the rollicking lightness gone, and
only the pain of parting and the
mists of the unknown future in
their eyes.
It came to the girl with a sud
den pang that she was left out
of all this. That really it made
little difference to her whether
America was iu the war or not.
Her life would go on just the
same—a pleasant monotony of
hustle nnrl flmnspmpnt Thprf*
would be the same round of so
cial affairs and regular engage
ments, spiced with the excite
ment of war work and occasional
visiting uniforms. ‘There was no
one going forth from their home
to fight whose going Avould put
the light of life oiit for her and
cause her to feel sad, beyond the
ordinary superficial sadness for
the absence of one’s playmates.
She liked them all, her friends,
and shrank from having them in
danger; although it Avas splendid
to have them doing something
real at last. In truth until this
moment the danger had seemed
so remote; the casualty list of
whieh people spoke Avith bated
breath so much a thing of vast
unknoAvn numbers, that it had
scarcely come within her realiza
tion as yet. But noAv she sudden
ly read the truth in the suffering
eyes of these people Avho Avere
met to say good-bye, perhaps a
last good-bye, to those Avho were
dearer than life to them. IIoav
would she, Ruth Macdonald, feel,
if one of fhose boys were her
brother or lover? It Avas incon
ceivably dreadful.
The band blared on, and the
familiar words insisted them
selves upon her umvilling mind;
There’s a long, long night of
waiting!
A sob at her right made her
start and then turn aAvay quick
ly from the sight of a mother’s
grief as she clung to a frail
daughter for support, sobbing
Avith utter abandon, Avhile the
daughter kept begging her to
“be calm for Tom’s sake.”
It Avas all horrible! Why had
she gotten into this situation?
Aunt Rhoda would blame her for
it. Aunt Rhoda would say it was
too conspicuous, right there in
the front ranks! She put 'her
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out, hoping to be able to back
out and get away, but the road
behind was blocked several deep
with ears, and the crowd had
closed in upon her and about her
on every side. Retreat was im
possible. However, she noticed
with relief that the matter of be
ing conspicuous need not trouble
her. Nobody was looking her
way. All eyes were turned in
one directioh, toward that strag
gling, determined line that
wound up from the Borough
half, past the postoffice and
bank to the station where the
home guards stood uniformed, in
open silent ranks doing honor to
the boys who were going to fight
for them.
Ruth’s eyes went reluctantly
back to the marching line again.
Somehow it struck her that they
would not have seemed so for
lorn if they had worn new trig
uniforms, instead of rusty varied
civilian clothes. They seemed
like ^ an ill-prepared sacrifice
passing in review'. Then sudden
ly her gaze Was riveted upon a
single figure, the last man in the
procession, marching alone, with
uplifted head arid a look of self
abnegation on his strong young
face. All ,at once something
sharp* seemed to slash through
her soul arid hold, her with a long
quiygv of pain and she sat look
ing straight ahead staring with
a kind of wild., frenzy at John
Cameron -walking alone at the s
end of the line.
(To be continued next week.)
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