The doctor's duffel bag . heard from him the story of the end,when she knew for a certainty that the hope whichmade her see her son alive as a prisoner had beena false one, she became a raving maniac. This iswhat was told her. C[ Her son had been made a member of the kitchensquad that last day of his life, and he with threeothers was passing the meals to the men in thetrenches under fire. A heavy fog fell upon with their kettles of hot soup were lost in it,and found themselves in the German their error they ran back, the Germansfollowing. Two were caught immediat
The doctor's duffel bag . heard from him the story of the end,when she knew for a certainty that the hope whichmade her see her son alive as a prisoner had beena false one, she became a raving maniac. This iswhat was told her. C[ Her son had been made a member of the kitchensquad that last day of his life, and he with threeothers was passing the meals to the men in thetrenches under fire. A heavy fog fell upon with their kettles of hot soup were lost in it,and found themselves in the German their error they ran back, the Germansfollowing. Two were caught immediately, but theboy and his friend fought like tigers until the boy,stabbed in the back, fell forward, his last words: You cowards, call you this fighting? The bearerof the tale was taken prisoner and had aged fullthirty years in three, ere he was released. His firstsad mission was to this unfortunate mother whosemental poise was completely upset by the [ So, on that farm one reads the simple words, For Sale. 50 ROBERT. H1 E was a frail, underfed,anemic boy of seventeen,who had been evacuated from atown near Chateau-Thierry andput to work, or rather we shouldsay to overwork, upon a farmsouth of Paris. During the heatof one summers day he wasfound unconscious in the fieldand was eventually brought to the hospital. He hadtyphoid in its severest form and with it a complica-ting pneumonia. For weeks and weeks the feverraged and finally it was decided that even youthcould no longer help the doctor. Then one day, uponreturning from our rounds, we brought to see thisson the poor father who had taken his family backto his desolate home in the bomb-stricken The family consisted of fourteen, our patientbeing the eldest. The father told us his tale as wedrove home in the ambulance, and we wonderednot that the man wept as he talked, for he was anhysterical wreck. An American soldier once told usthat we need not sympathize with many of our 51 refugees, because they waited long a
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