Evening Star Newspaper, June 26, 1930, Page 34

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o (Continued From Yesterday's Star,) “Hullo—Dennis—" he gasped. How criminally boyish he Stanhope thought. But he merély smiled cheerfully. “Well, Jimmy, you got_one quickly. He turned a wooden case on its side, and sat down near the bed. For time there was no sound but the rum- ble of the guns and the crackling of rifie fire. Presently Raleigh spoke again in a wondering voice. “Why—how did I get down here?” “A couple of men brought you down. ‘Something hit me in the back— knocked me clean over—sort of winded me. Yes, I remember that. I'm all right now.” tanhope leant forwavd to check his attempt to risew “Steady, old boy,” he “Better just lie quietly for a Raleigh argued with the petulance of an invalid. “T'll be better if I get up| and walk_about. 1t happéned once’ Eefore at Rugger. IFyou reme; the junior cup final? ‘T got Kicked, It soox wore off. It—it just makes. you numb for a bit.” ‘The jnoise of the guns became so in- sistent that it caugh: his attention. hat's’ that rumbling noise?” he d. he guns are mmking a, bit of a row.” “Our guns?” % “No. Mostly Jheirs™ The two in tha dugoat listened to it in the awed silence of Vittle boys ex- and alarmed by tha rumble and echo of thunder at night. Tt was exhilarating as well as teralfying, and the pale gray of the dawn Was stabbed by sharp flashes of light. = Stanhope knew that he ought to bequp there with his men. But how badly was Jimmy hit? Could he be left. ilone? He turned to h‘xr:].‘ and found gthat he was_trying to speak. “What 15 it, Jimmy?” he asked, “I say, Dennis,” came the uneasy reply, “it—it hasn’t gone through, ,has it? It only just hit me—and knocked me down?” A It was so hard to deceive Jimmy. “IAs gone through just a bit, old chap. “I won't have to—to go on lyin here2” “Good Lord, no. I'm going to have you taken away. Down to the dressing station—then hospital—then . home., You've got a Blighty one, Jimmy. Home again, my lad. Just think of that!” Home! That meant a.few weeks in clean wards, without any mud, and flowers on the table. And, after that, a few weeks’ sick leaye in Alum_Green. Perhaps he would be able to get sent to Madge’s hospital at Bournemouth. Luck had brought him to Dennis’ com- pany; why shouldn't it take him to Madge's ward? Stanhope, too, was thinking of Madge and Alum Green. “You'll be able to write and tell me if there are still trout in the Highland,” he_sald. But one couldn’t go, home and leave Dennis out here. It was absurd to go back after three or four days. stirred uneasily. “I can’t be sent the line just for a knock in the back,” he protested. certain I'll be better A—if T get u He tried {o_raise. himself on. his elbows, but collapsed with a sudden ery. “Oh, God! It does hurt!” There ‘was a new note of fear in his voige, “I¥’s bound to hurt, Jimmy,” Stenhope told him quietly. It was almost as though it were Osborne speaking, with ;Im'. friendly, comforting assurance, of is. “What's on my legs? Something hold- ing them down——" “It’s all right, old chap. It's just the,| shock—numbed them. a bit.” Silence fell between them again. The dim light of the dawn, creeping down the dugout steps, made the flickering candles pale, Stanhope wondered what he had better do. He ought to be out there with the men, but he could not leave Jimmy like this. The, stretcher- bearers must be along in a minute now. “I¢'s awfully decent of you to bother, Dennis,” went on Raleigh-~for now tha they were friends again each knew so much of what the other was thinking. “I feel rotten lying here, with eyery- body else up there. Trotter—good old Trotter—and the others.” ’ “It's not ymllxr1 fault, m,“ “So damn silly—gett: it so sgon. Is.there—just a drop of water?” “Rather!” Stanhope jumped to his feet, thankful be active again. It didn't seem so/beastly when he could be doing something to help. “Here, we are!” He poured some water into a mug on the t to. Raleigh. it,” he announced cheerfully. mind?” “No, that’s all right.” Stanhope put his arm gently under boy’s head, and propped. him up while he drank “I say, Dennis,” Raleigh continued, “don’t y wait If—if you want to. be getting on. “It's quite all right, Jimmy. Be- sides, they'll be taking you down the line in no time now.” “Can you stay for a bit, then?” “Of course I can.” “Thanks awfully.” Silence again in the dugout—there wasn't anything to be said. Stanhope sat with his hand on 's arm. ‘The war had fallen away from them, and they were schoolboys together again, facing something they did not quite understand, and trying not to think about it. Words would only have spoiled things, for Stanhope could not have kept his pretense of confident optimism. But presently Raleigh spoke again, his voice very faint. “Could we have a light?” he asked t's—Iit's so fright- fully dark and cold. “Sure. Tl fetch a candle and anoth- *r blanket.” He brought the two candles that were burning on the table over as near the bed as he could, and fixed two more in empty whisky bottles. Then he went in search of a blanket. Thére was nothing on Osborne’s bed. except some old brown paper with which some one had tried to minimize the sharp dis- comfort of the wire netting, so he stooped and went into the dugqut which had been occupied by Trotter, Hibbert and Jimmy himself. It was very still while he was away. The only movement was that of the candles, flinching at the explosion of every shell; the only noise, except from the trenches, was a tiny sound—some- thing between a sob and & moan— which came from Raleigh. Stanhope hurried back with two blankets over his arm. He put one down on the box upon which he had been sitting, and carefully spread the other over the wounded boy. “It that befter, Jimmy?” he asked cheerfully, “or would you ltke another one? There was no reply. “Jimmy "" "He picked up over to the bed. There was no flickerinig of life in Raleigh's pulse, Very slowly he put the candle do““ and walked across the d:fouL ile stood, with his hands hangifig limpl{’ at his sides, near Oshorne's bed, then sat down on its edge. Ae he stared listlessly across at the boy lying so still; beneath his blankets, the candle-flams threw up the lines on his pale, drawn face, and the dark shadows under his tired eyes. The thudding of the shells rose. and fell like an angry sea beating THE EVENING “Mr. Trotter, sir. He says will you come at once.” tanhope shivered slightly, rose stiffly to his feet, and took his helmet from the table. “All right, Broughton,” he said. “I'm coming.” ‘The soldier saluted and hurried away. He looked round the dugout for his gas mask. It was hanging from a nail |above Jimmy’s bed. He slipped it over his head, and looked down again at his frien He ran his fingers lightly over Jimmy's tousled, fair hair, turned away. and went up the steps to the trenches. The flames of the only candle Dennis had left alight burned lower, and the whisky bottle to the rough, wooden table. The shelling became more in- tense, until it rose to a great fury. es || Thére was a loud shriek of a shell, a hollow, metallic, deafening roar as it burst on the dugout roof. The shock stabbed out the candle-flame. The timber props of the door caved slowly on the granite cliffs of Cornwall, like 1n, sandbags fell and blocked the pas- great waves sucking back across the |.1age to the open air. Chesll Beach at Wey- |iyattle of machine guns, the fevered pebbles of Now the dull mouth, where he and Mldfi: and Jim- | spatter of rifie fire, and the roar of ¥ my had spent a Summer y, 50 long ®2 'soldier, his face dirty and_ wet with perspiration, came stumbing down the steps. He fore he could deliver his message. “It’s frém Mr. Trotter, sir. Mr. Trot- ter says will you come at once?” nted for breath be- | the guns came very faintly to the dark- emed dugout. Here and there the red diywn glowed through the jagged holes of {the broken doorway. (The End.) Af\ the age of 84 J. F. Ledbetter i Stanhope stared at the soldier, but | seekilig the ost of sheriff of Muskogee ve, no sign that he had heard. Coun‘Y. Okla. guttering wax ran down the empty | bass QUEEN AND DAUGHTERS TO VISIT RARE GARDEN London Trip for Spenish Royalty Expected to Include Early Embassy Pleasure. LONDON (N.ANA)—When the Queen of Spain and her two daughters arrive in London shortly on their usual Summer visit to Princess Beatrice at Kensington Palace, they are likely to pay an early visit to the Spanish em- Yy to see the lovely garden, now nearly campleted, which was designed by M. Rubia, who looks after the gar- dens of the Royal Palace at Madrid. A graveled terrace leads from the drawing room windows of the embassy to a lower terrace terra-cotta tiling, which has two fountains let into the ground and lined with fascinating blue and green tiles. Water runs contin- ually down tiled steps, overhung by 'sycamore trees and there are bright oatches of scarlet geraniums and “cherry pie.” On the steps and at corners of the fountain basins stand some charming pleces of blue and white pottery which nas been sent from Seville, and the terrace is adorned with yellow and bldck-and-gold painted tables and chairs. 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