Evening Star Newspaper, June 16, 1930, Page 20

“I know, it's rotten, isn’t it?” he @greed curtly. “I've got it like hell...” “You have?” asked Hibbert, taken ck. “Had it for weeks." “I'm sorry,” said Hibbert, and then went back to his point. “It's no good, I've tried damned hard, but I can't stick it any longer. I mmust go down.” “Go down? Where?" “Go sick. Go down the line. T must t into hospital and get some sort of | ‘eatment. I think I had better go right along now.” He turned back toward his own dugout. “You are going to stay here,” sald Stanhope quietly. “I'm going down to see the doctor. Hibbert insisted in his dreamy way “He’ll send me to hospital when he understands.” “You are going to stay here,” Stan- | “I've seen the doctor, and | He | He'll send | hope said had a talk with him this morning won't send you to_hospital. you back here. He promised me he | would, so you can save yourself a walk.” “What the hell Hibbert began, but_Stanhope interrupted him. “Stop that,” he ordered. “I've a perfect right to go sick if 1 want to,” Hibbert protested. “The men can, why can't an officer?” | “No man’s sent down unless he's very . Tr 's nothing wrong with you, Hibbert. The German attack’s almost certain for Thursday. I suppose you've heard. You are going to stay here and see it through with the rest of us.” | “I tell you I can't,” protested Hibbert hystericaily. “The pain's nearly sending | me mad. I'm going. I've got all my stuff packed, and I'm going now. You| can't stop me.” He hurried excitedly | into his own dugout ‘while Stanhope JOURNEY'S END RC Sherr4ff and Vernon Barciett | the steps. walked slowly toward the steps, turned, and undid the flap of his revolver holster. He took out his revolver and | was examining it casually when Hibbert | returned, with his pack slung on his | shoulder and his walking stick in his | hand. He tried to edge between Stan- | hope and the wall in order to reach the dugout steps, but there was not quite room. “Let's go by, Stanhope,” | e said. “You are going to stay here and do | r job. “Haven't I told you I can’t? Don't you understand? Let me get by.” | Stanhope looked up as though he had | reached a sudden decision. “Now, look here, Hibbert,” he said, “I've got a lot of work to do and no time to waste. | Once and for all, you are going to ptly‘ here and see it through with the resl‘ of us.” “T shall die of this pain if I don't z}?." “Better die of the pain than be shot for deserting.” “What do you mean?” asked the other in a low voice. “You know what I mean.” “If you only knew how awful I feel” ! pleaded Hibbert. “Please do let me | g0 by.” But since Stanhope did nos move he tried once again to edge past him. Stanhope slipped his revolver into the | holster and thrust the other back | roughly. In a second Hibbert raised his stick and struck blindly at this man who would not let him pass. Stanhope | just had time to ward off the blow. | He snatched the stick out of Hibbert's hand, smashed it across his knee and threw the pleces to the ground. “My God!—You little swine” he| eried. “You know what that means, don’t you, striking a superior officer?” | Hibbert stared at the other as though | he did not understand what he was saying. He began to stammer some- thing, and then broke down altogether. “Stanhope, I've tried like hell. I swear I have!” he sobbed. “Ever since | 1 came out here I've hated and loathed it. Every sound up there makes me all | cold and sick. I'm different to the others. They—you—don't understand. It's got worse and worse, and now I/ can't bear it any longer. Il never go | up those steps again into the line, with the mén looking at me, and knowing. T'd rather die here. I'd rather you shot me for trying to desert...” | Stanhope poured some whisky into a | mug. “Try a drop’ of this,” he sald in a| friendly voice. | *“No, thanks.” “Go on. Drink it. I know what you feel” he went on when Hibbert had swallowed the spirit. “I've known all along...” “How can you know?” Hibbert in- SerTupted. “Because I feel the same—exactly the | same! Every little noise up there makes me feel just as you feel. Why didn’t you tell me instead of talking about neuralgia? We all feel like you do sometimes, if you only knew. I hate and loathe it all. Sometimes I feel I could just lie down on this bed and pretend 1 was paralyzed cr some- thing, and couldn’t move, and just lie there till I died—or was dragged away.’ “I can't bear to go up into those awful trenches again,” Hibbert per- | sted. “When are you due to go on?” “Quite soon. At four.” “Shall we go on together? We know | how we both feel now. BShall we sse if | we can stick it together?” “I can't...” “Supposing I said I can't—supposing we all say we can't—what would hap- | pen then?” ! “I don’t care. What's it matter? It's all so beastly. Nothing matters.” “Supposing the worst happened,” Stanhope went on soothingly. “Suppos- ' ing we were knocked right out. Think of all the chaps who've gone already. It can’t be very lonely there, with all those fellows. Sometimes I think it's loneller here.” Hibbert was sitting quietly now. his eyes roving vacantly in front of him. “Just go and have a bit of a rest. Then we'll go out together.” “Do please let me go, Stanhope.” “If you went, and left Osborne and ‘Trotter and Raleigh and all those men up there to do your work, could you ever look a man straight in the face again—in all your life? You may be wounded. Then you can go home and feel proud. And if you are killed you— you won't have to stand this hell any more. You've a straight, fighting chance of coming through. Take the chance, old chap. Don’t you think it's worth standing in with men like Osborne and Trotter and Raleigh when they all feel like you do—in their hearts —and just go on sticking to it because they know it’s the only thing a decent man can do. What about it?” he con- cluded after a pause. “Ill—I'll try.” “Good man." “You—you won't say anything, Stan- hope, about this?”, “If you promise mot to tell any one what a blasted funk I am.” “No,” agreed Hibbert, with a little, nervous laugh. “Splendid!” said Stanhope. “Now go and have 10 minutes’ rest and & smoke. Then we'll go up together and hold each other’s hands, and jump every time a rat squeaks. We've all got & good fighting chance. I mean to come through, don’'t you?” Hibbert got to his feet and blew his nose. Rectal Irritations and Iteh Torb Suppositories are uncon- ditionally guaranteed to give relief or your money will be refanded. druggist dees Sedemiioriesaced ous ackage under this | mortars would cut decent gaps in the T2E KVENING NIAR, m “Yes, rather,” he agreed. He paused at the entrance to his own dugout.| “It’s awfully decent 6f you, Stanhope,” | he said timidly. | “That's all right.” Stanhope poured | out a tot of whisky, and sat down at | the table to write. Before he had got beyond “From O. C. ‘C’ Company” in his message book, Mason came and | stood confidentially at his elbow. (WUl you nave a nice eup of tes, sir?” “Can you guarantee it's nice?” “Well, sir, it's & bit oniony, but that's | only because of the saucepan.” | “In other words, it's onion soup with | tea-leaves in it?” “Not till dinner time, sir.” | “All right, Mason. Bring two eups | of onion tea. One for Mr. Hibbert.” | “Very good, sir.” As he went toward the door, he met Osborne coming down “Will you have a nice cup . | of tea, sir “Please, Mason, and plenty of bread and butter and strawberry jam.” He turned to explain how things were going up in the front line, but Stan- | hope was too preoccupied to pay much | attention. | “The colonel’s been talking to me | again,” he sald at length. | “About the attack?” “Partly. We've got to make a raid, | Uncle.” | Osborne’s voice went down a note or two. “Oh, when?” he asked. *“Tomorrow afternoon. Under & smoke | screen. Two officers and 10 men.” “Who's going?” “You and Raleigh.” “Oh,¥ sald Osborne after a There was another short silence he asked: “Why Raleigh?” “The colonel picked you to direct, and Raleigh to dash in.” “I see.” ause. fore “The brigade wants to know who's opposite here.” “Tomotrow? What time?” “I suggest about 5 o'clock. 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