I.T

TOOK him

just as he went up over

i-

the trench parapet-took him full in his

bare and muscular throat.

It was hard-

ly bigger than one of those rubber erasers

tinned to the ends of lead pencils.

But with

the driving power of high energy powder
behind its steel-jacketed nose, it was an al-
together competent and devilishly capable
agent of destruction. He lay quite still, a

of the trench,

where his rush had carried him.

The morning drew toward noon.

With night came the b

ment.

First it was thirst, then fever, then delirium.

Always his spilling wound

burned and throbbed.

J

it, with the rain

beating down upon him, it glowed like a kiln.

By the third day his agony spoke in

found him and trundled him away, down through the line of Red Cross units, from dressing station

to

ris. He was French, but he was fighting our fight.

He was French, but a few months from r

be American.

There are bullets enough for all.

He may bea boy you know, perhaps a neigh[

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Fighting

our fight.

Will you help him, when our fight has broken him, to fight his?

Will you help I

and vivid force are spent and shattered, to retrieve what he may?

Join the American Red Cross.

It

wounded
minister

soldier's

truest

ally.

It is his

and guardian.

It is his hope.

Join the Local Chapter--it has

only

a

portion

of the membership

it

should

have.

Take

a dollar

membership,

a

five

or ten dollar

one--a hundred

dol-

lar one if you can.

Do your part.

If you

cannot go, you can give.

Those going are

giving immeasurably more.

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Space Contributed by
J. KARL MALCOLM, The Tailor
in interest of the Red ,Cross