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"I haven't seen anything like this since I was in France," Chris said.
I glanced at him quickly. His face had a curious tight look, and I re- membered that he had served fifteen months with the A.E.F. Folks said he had a bagful of medals, but no one ever saw them and few had ever heard him refer to those grim days of '17 and '18.
There
of those" I stopped short. was a terrible light in his eyes.
"Don't!" he cried. "Don't say it!" It wasn't until two days later that I knew and understood what had hap- pened. Chris had not fully recovered but he told me jerkily, spasmodically, because he wanted me to know he appreciated what I had tried to do för him.
A
We were on the edge of what had
"I've seen dead men, you understand, once been a beautiful stand of fine
I've killed plenty old pine trees. Now it was a tangled Plenty of them.
branches. too-is France. They say that's dif- mass of broken logs and This stand, like hundreds of others, ferent. It is, I guess. I was a runner. forth had fallen victim to the hurricane. Carrying dispatches back and
to the front lines. Sometimes I'd Be- Devastation lay on every hand. hind us the clubhouse, once shaded step on bodies, crawl over them, push stood them out of my way. It didn't matter. by stately maples and elms,
It was different. I had a job to do. stark and desolate and forlorn.
I had my own hide to think of."
appointed me The members had
clean to chairman of a committee things up, and I immediately sent for Chris Truesdale. Chris had been working for the W.P.A., and he hated Save it because it hurt his pride: know
little for his war record, 'I about his past. I liked him, and knew he'd welcome' a chance to quit his present occupation. Next spring I was going to talk with the members about assigning him a permanent job as caretaker.
We picked our way around fallen to the logs and stumps and came edge of the bluff overlooking the sea.
"One night I arrived in the front a message for line trenches with Lieutenant Malcolm. He wasn't there. While I'd been gone, the sector had advanced and taken a German trench and Malcolm was installed up ahead.
"I was dead tired, but I went up. Had to. I found Malcolm all right and delivered the dispatch. He looked at me and smiled.
""Thanks, Chris,' he said. 'You look dead. Go on and get some rest.”
"Welcome news. I found a dugout and crawled in. It was black as pitch.
By Stanley Cordell
Waves still pounded and lashed against the rocky shore, but the fury of the storm had long since passed.
"Look!" I cried suddenly, pointing downward. Near the edge of the water lay a human body, washed up by the waves. I heard Chris suck in his breath, then I started down the path, conscious of a sense of hor- ror, aware that Chris was scrambling along behind.
I pushed The place was full of men. and crowded and cursed them for not moving over. Then finally I found a snug little hole between two of them and settled down. It was warm. They were big chaps. Dead with sleep. I shoved one around so he'd shelter me against the wind, and went to sleep.
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"Well," Chris paused, "morning came and I woke up, but the other boys didn't.. I blinked and looked We reached the beach and started around and fastened my eyes on the toward the spot where the body was. face of the big chap who had sheltered He wasn't an And then suddenly. I stopped, and me against the wind.
He was a German. Chris stopped too. Horror, repulsion, "American.
For was dead. They were all dead. sickening dread swept over me. the beach was literally lined with hu- Twenty-nine of them, Gassed. Lying Ho shuddered, man bodies. It seemed that there were around like-like"
"You hundreds, though later, when the re- and I laid a hand on his arm.
I know. But that scue work was completed, only eigh- can't understand.
was different,. It wasn't in the line teen were discovered.
of duty and-and-".
I
I went stumbling ahead, dazed,
I understood. Or thought I did. stunned, more overcome with a sense of awfulness than I can describe. Pre- got someone else to clean up at the sently I stopped and looked and saw club. When spring came I managed that Chris had turned and was head- to get Chris appointed for the job of He ing back toward the path. My first caretaker. He wouldn't take it. feeling was one of anger to see him looked at me queerly, as though he running away when it seemed that had known all along I wouldn't un-
derstand. help was so sorely needed. Watching him, I sensed
(Copyright, 1938, By The Associated change had come over him, that the Newspapers) sight of this mass of human derelicts had affected him in a manner that was beyond my comprehension.
When I reached the top
that #
of the bluff. Chris was nowhere to be seen. I started back toward the clubhouse. Two hundred yards from the edge of the bluff I found him. He was sitting
on a fallen log, his face in his hands, his body trembling.
"What's 'wrong," I said.
happened?"
CZECH PROTEST TO HUNGARY
Prague, To-day.
The Czechoslovak Government in
"What's tends to protest in Budapest against
He looked up, and I shall never
the attack on Czechoslovak frontier
seredne sector, by Hungarian ter-
forget the expression in his eyes, the guards at Bervinkos, in the Fravce-
torment.
"I can't take the job," he said. rorists on Tuesday night, states, a
"I'm going back."
Come,"
*I said, sitting down, ba-report issued here last night. side him, "It can't be that the lght Trans-Ocean.