The evening world. Newspaper, March 1, 1918, Page 16

FRIDAY, MARCH She Just Blew a Kiss To Soldier in ‘“‘Blighty;” She’s “Mrs. Private Peat” 1, 1918 it Heppened in a London Hospital; He Went Back to the Trenches With Its Memory In Blighty Aca'n, She Visited Him And Now She's Typed th Book of “Private Peat" Her Hustand. By Marguerite Mooers Marshall Coprright, 1918, by The Presa Pub‘iehing Co. (The New Yor " MET through tragedy. My husband has ail to me of having come back to me from the grave. @nd fe willing to offer his life again for right @ man who bad not to be ‘fetched.’ Ho went brink of the He has all the wonder of a man who haa offered Tle ha He ts 6 mlory of riend, pal and husband al! in one” is the beautiful epilogue to the story of and it is written by “Herself’—Mrs, Harold R. Peat, the war-won wife of the gallant young Canadian whose Intensely human, humorous and sympathetic account of hie experiences tn the great war wo all have been reading There ts another tory, his war romance, which I have just heard from the person who ean toll it feweee DOSt, the tall and beautiful young woman who met Ha him for the first the in a London hospital, when he Was recovering from a gna attack, blew a kiss when eft him, wroty to him every day after he went back to the front, and at whore feet he Mterally fell, fainting, after a fivemile muddy walk sis conva- feacent hospital to her war work headquarters from HE became Mrs, Peat just a year ago, in Edmonton, Canada, and since then has travelled with her busband through Canada, Alaska and the United States, serving as secretary for his lecture work and doing a bit of lecturing herself. Fourteen relatives, all the men of her family, have been killed in the war, Mer lost bis flourishing business, with which, after his enlistment, the manager absconded, and nearly lost the use of his right arm, his right aide be- ing paralyzed for weeks by a dum-dum bullet at Yp Yot Mre, regrets nothing, grudges nothing. husband “I have so much to be thankful for," she told me alinply. “Mr Peat came back to me, and now he Is regaining his health We are superbly happy.” The story of how that happiness came about 1 shall let Mrs. Peat tell in her own way “I saw Mr. Peat for the first time in the Royal Hospital at Wool- wich,” she began. “My aunt and I went down there because he was the first to answer an advertisement I had put in a London paper ask- ing for information about my cousin Peter, with whom I was brought up and who had been reported missing “I never shall forget the first time [ saw been gassed, and his skin was green. and emaciated. ‘Poor little wretch!’ I sald to myself, and that was how I thought of him for months. But he had such a winning manner and smile that my aunt and I were delighted with him. He told ua gently that Peter probably had been blown up in a trench with two hundred other soldiers. Then, weak as he was, he up and showing us his souvenirs and treasures. my husband, He had Of course he was terribly weak Insisted on geting “He watched us from the window when we went sway, T was be ind my aunt and T looked back hen"—Mrs. Peat's lovely, rosy face blushed even roster and her big brown eyes shone “I suppose some little devil got into me. for I--well, T blew a Kiss to him! 1 wasn't looking where T was going, and I ran straleht ‘nto a lamp-post giving my head a most awful bump. He was laughing, of course, and T retired in great confusion HEN I got home I thought to myself, ‘That peor little wretch must be terribly lonesome,’ and I sent hin a Canadian post card with a line on it wbout my bumped head. After that, unt!l we Were married, there was not a single day wh 1 we failed to ex ne letters or postcards. They were not love letters; many consisted of friendly bits of repartee. But we always had something to say to each other, “Nearly a year later he got h England. It was two w thought we should lose him. But gradually he improved, and T went to visit him every Sunday the convalescent pital at Woolwich At that time I was general manager of the EMcle Pngineers organization commandeered by the Government to help with the agement of munitions making. Por all the munitions factories, pointing out awful wound and was sent back to wir 1 hefoy T could re and even the an man ithe T travelled about among ways vhleh the u appliances and rules could be modified to Increase the output and inake easier 1 safer the toll of the women employ “Mr, Peat has told me that the second Sunday I eame to see him he began to think about what happened afterward,” Mra. Peat ad- mitted smilingly Looking at the womanly streneth and beauty of her, T rather won- dered that Private Peat waited so long- and told her vo “Even then he say anything.” she explained, “heeause he knew he was | downs a that he er Would regain tie health and str One day he wa dd five im!! through the mud to a railway station in order to call on me at my ofMfee, [left him for two minutes in the reception room, and when I returned he was In a deep faint of utter exhaustion “My aunt asked him to finish hia convalescence in our home at Bedford Park. There we saw more of evch other, and well, 1 found out that I was not play! Whe t eame for bim to to Canada and be dischare wa ul 1 between us, that | wae to com to him ae soon had time to look around and make NEVER 1, and [ never wore an en ent rl ' h t found that the Canadian Rei « unted his services he cabled, ‘Co fsstavten at once, my cunt accompa & me to see t sniily. ima ried, Our boat train, running at fifty-five miles how r at crashing into # troop mitaining 700 men, by a xignalmian whe we believe, was working for th ay were not bh ’ badly shaken up, and I lost all my trouss a dressing bag and a suitcase. After dodging submarines . wa finally arrived in Edmonton, wt © thern grees below zero, My husband's right hand way could not take mine during the ceremony for the first time some elght months lat “After staying elght days in the home andl 20k hands with bim he had ready for started on a speaking tour of Canada and Alaska. T aiwas taverns his secretary, and I typed his book for him last summer. Onr home now Is in Chicago, and we plan to remain in the United States ‘There was u \ittie pause, and then [asked Mrs. Peat the qu to which I already knew t wer. "You do not mrudge wha have endured to win your happtr “1 could not,” ehe siniled wa naibe would do it again. The wonder ¢ gcaianiieat sits by the knowledge that we . “And, beside ilsele Halt smiling, half sad, "1 ur ste Kalscr which gave me my lwhs 1 7 Ai Bave seen him \ \ } 1 1918 Fitz Could Fight and Love, MARCH 1, | But He Couldn’t Stay Dead; Romance of Private Peat in Pictures HOW THE CANADIAN SOLDIER-AUTHOR MET HIS FATE IN A PATRIOTIC ENG. MUNITIONS WORKLR | | | | So He Came Back to Both LISHWOMAN | Lost in an Empty Trench, This London Irishman’s Imagin- | ation Was More Deadly Thana German Shell, But His Comrades, Having None, Preferred to Believe the Shell, as Patrick McGill Relates in “‘The Brown Brethren.” Copyright, 1918, by the Press Pu ing New York Evening World). ITZGERALD was one of the London Irish. A comrade of Flana- F gan and Bowdy Benners and Spudhole and Sergeant Snogger and the rest of them. Sometimes he remembered fragments of & college education, He was fluent in various languages, especially those of profanity and love, This latter he spoke eloquently to Fid, of the Y—— Farm, where he and his squad were billeted. Fitz was @ wood fighter, Yet he had enough !magination to be afraid. Out om listening patrol the grass talked to him and dead faces grinned. He kept well in front, lest the next man come to know his fear. And ene night. carrying back to his captain the message giving warning of @ mined section of ground, he was lost in the trenches. | @ Tey moet Patrick MacGill, author of “The Rat Hole,” now with the London AT THe. Irish himself, tells in “The Brown Brethren,” a book of war realism HesPrTAL : aie, pi (George I. Doran Company), the story of Fitz's adventure, Saye : ale eed the book | Lesa eluant “Fitzgerald entered the communication trench and hurried aloag, | CALL ON HIS panting as he ran. Two shella swooped over his head, bursting with | SWEETMEART & vicious clatter on the field behind him, Others followed, pound- \ ing at the parapet ke drunken gods. He could hear the splinters | hitting the parados with a dull thud to the accompaniment of @ | thousan fle builets which tore at the suffering sandbags. | “Fitzgerald passed through one trench crossing, then another, | od PEAT Suows HIS WAR ‘TM do !t {n five minutes now,’ he said, changing his from one SOuveNins shoulder to the other, ‘I hope the ne doesn’t go up before I got there, Five minutes,’ he muttered, ‘I'll be there five minutes.’ But Fitzgerald had miscalculated. At the end of five minutes he TUQING FoR found hhinself in 4 deserted trench, all alone, and thea decided that | eae ft was time turn back. Probably he had taken the Wrong trench ag the last crossing, He went back for listance and came to @ junction. Several trenches crose point, but the locality seemed new to him. Ile had not been there befe “"Well, I'm damned,’ he cald, and then adde 5 ps he had passed beyond He peered - e top. The night waa quict, spoke, though tar shells were ablaze vens and dropping petals of me to the dark earth, © ® * Right in front of Fitegore ald was a ghastly heap, jumb! 1 confused, a heap of dead men, The solitary figures lay—some face downwards, arms spread out, i others curled up like sleeping dogs. | ® “Well, where am I? asked Fitzgerald. ‘Whose star shell is that cTHRoways PEAT BE Gh eagiee eG ours or theirs? © * * Where's our line? A Wiss SHE T Gonee “Fitzgerald leant wearfly against the wall and puzzled over many BUMPS WTO A things. LAr Post “If T go over the top, what happens? he asked himself, ‘Run into a German patrol, maybe, or into one of our own covering parties } and they'll shoot me on sight. If 1 go along trench, I'll probably got into the German Hines, That won't do, elther. I'm like a rat fm a trap. .-} e bs But I must get out of It. Yes, I must get ae out of it. * * © But how? hin “Suddenly Fitz 1 fancied that he heard somewhere near him a = the sharp snap of a rifle bolt. He turned round and scurried back to (Puen HAROLS. nee he trench which he had just left, It seemed q i distance to tra- Ano Man PEAT verse and he slipped over the parapet and flopped down Into the mud. Hut not a soul was to be seen, ch Wa rted. Neither was © Se werres © {t the trench which he bad left, Here the «lush reached his hips. » PAT A Ping i Co} ‘ “Well, I'm damned!’ he sald, and leant against the parapet, Post CARD WAR AND “THEY ‘What any I going to do? I'm going to stick here, stick well in,’ EE UISNEY, cua en “‘l must move,’ he muttered. ‘If I don’t I'll die; if 1 make @ es THERMOMETER, tru te will rest on the knees of the gods and they may 50 seLow ave f ss “He shouted at the top of his voice, but there was no reply. He yelled again and then became silent, ‘What's the good of it? he “asked himself in a whisper, ‘I don't know where Iam, * ¢ © = _ And the mine, what about {t? I've still got the message in my pocket, | 1 wish this had happened after I bad delivered the thing. But I'll go Ci fl | ona bit, I'll get to somewhere an ppeners OF erinaiu imc erowies “A heavy shell swept over his head and burst very near, Another foliowed and another, and Fitzgerald noticed that he had reached —_—-- — a junction where a number of trenches criss-crossed When Those 5,000 Paint-Smeared Apaches and Navajos and Iroquois Get we eerie Lannea be crash isu e set, oo to Through With Wilhelm the “Wil” Will Surely B eparated From the And out he did & ie Mi * Helm,” for They Are Properly Armed So It’s All OF and the Kaiser a ae . ecair ati ovar| 410 guppabs ve: actin eens Will Have lo Use Safety Pins to Fasten Those Many Medals of His to the sarapot and landed on something | Fit? Bubb remarked, tzing tare His Imperial Chest — He's Been Steering Europe by the Ears Long Enough. pega Ae wana nouanorettt a ial am a ned Joa ike ‘Any officers near here, Spudhoi nine BY ARTHUR (“BUGS”) BAER Fiageraidankod, or he ta reeog-| MAGNET was gone her face an pal Chsdiahs: Gnin: 46. biter Ni ; ; nized volee of ade Bubp, | and qule Wanda tinge of sadn iterate oe © mn x4 % Set gan a moths for t 1 Crown Prince t uniforms, They A189 | Ortivers,’ ha 1 crepe into her volce. The old Fit, $ T URE egtith ens ag, a pe witl f th wadly M ¢ 1 ad 4y i rent nia se GF a an tte of olghteen | Haehis: Heed. An ah han: Milw se ‘ i) 1 int we . tn 4 dit ae fat ee want ova have prudent housew! men: Re ee Probipition: Pururing as aked, onch modal shou y of Question aded with enough Intricate and difficatt a hurried stampede to| “‘I am marrie pited, be pinned! on his ve au ra part toose fre spots. an fug-out and Fitagerald found | ye one husbar sked Bubb, The « ry ub! yut h tinre ‘ he crush and carrie c rea bon,’ " (" sep ae rhe ha ity - - i Fe A nea tion are fearful : 4 ' Hs ; Laat ue gap |! fron Pein th ‘He will be | five miles long, becwu reat that ' Nee init | Seierion,. 8 | whe In xt fow momenta ha ee forgotten Fitzgerald, the the ealidror f te I n * ' y " ‘ wis ¢ th seid “ “E was a hire Kuss to wo for him, tut, alth ' mper Mhe t NF A Mi udden fall to i wood man. 'E ud now; killed by eleven tons f. Ln | ate Bolping a 1 ould resist giving when une Ww , bon r " 1 y i e which caine with a spade the ve ont Lea foot \ ! : vii 2 ae : oe Na mo M6 » ‘ | \ eso ‘ere Frenet mont inve i for number wink 1 { % Nn 1 the 1 ‘Maan doat woul muttered,“ J | Me ) Ind aS parste Will from not walt on lost Tho Irish keps | 2 #oCe awa Mody jes co Erakinedtedi ; chatty fi eee When the Flag Became “Old Glory i n y| PH raised a warning Ange | Five thousand fy red the khaki war paint on thei hae 7 Js Lg sarah : i nw aia heatata: |body had come to Noe acne and are on the en's fatftoute And onee ap Indian «LIAM 7 r e and yhen the yar ubbing heavy vas 1 i ‘7 trail you t &* well cancel your engagements, fo nies n W Murs, | broke out he was one of a very few ae Shere BGs byte Ket Om dirt ee the sn, eee { @ ohance of you fed in the next census, When 6,000 Apaches have thest "| enn ae me Varn aaune a ¢ were back te Y- | **My husband,’ 5 re | snd Mohawks put : Aueahi at at apse +H he Ke. n ten fog ; ene ia Thoy regretted K¢ 1 Fitz by the | i Seine ih stood tor» moment, n 2 incandescent tin used mut Yeu, a served, and wheat | way and anticlp Marans ani A wed ‘wkwardly at the two gol. | Cato Belle, Who te Janit reall the \ " it from the window of pia! tered the farmh Then, in|", ,, ae i 1 opcn-mouthed, verifies th mor that wards i was fred upon and riddled words of tho book | ke m 800)" said BUbb, 'Yerpe pedestrian department of the army and are now rattiin ' f ste The retired skipper sued forward to meet them, | jue} MMO as We ‘ad, og Which k tbitin, rere ab i 1k -"Old Glory” was nc and clasping Bubb with both os she rm ing 5 t ar ay. W eh in Nashville at t i aged Din yee Then ‘abe 5 J the man, cette Opuds ‘ plex expremion Those | iWay unt ’ kissed Ih me y, who blushed as red 89! and grip! ni om. ie forward and Home Navajse ne to 3 ve | peated it Hewaipers took it up| takon Nashville at Hee anytoaa ine men's hands a proof nie and the \ \ f Ohl Glory? to W I'm damned, said Bubb. |* pianos led it they were F aulbpnd Aft \ ! w ’ ! Ye t ‘art a gidd With One dak ole lice er & Dit aurpetegd, : After the wat SI wed Working hara eee ae , the , ” arned t i juring i hair was all], Seniiniag, eae ry, With tty can open pent ie rm ts = i - aces Rod es - ained, charge, 1s an ther a hon. * y have Blunt le we Na “0 ¥ her skirts in the same condition, chapter, are chances of war, (