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didn't see anything to be ashamed of in by telephone, and just before dawn the Croix—and Corey wore it where a Burke had gone up to see what could be fellow couldn't help seeing. There was, done. When he reached the poste Corey Burke said, a queer kind of apology in had regained consciousness, and was it. No, there had been nothing like waiting for him. He had sent word brag in Corey's answer. There had been ahead that he was coming. And Corey none of that in anything he had done. was wounded, Burke said, in a way no And he had been, according to Burke, other man could have withstood. And the best surgeon of them all, the best the “queer" thing now was that he knew man at his work. But of course he had it, and when Burke leaned over him come to disaster in the end. A man can't there was a gleam in his eyes as if he go on ignoring danger like that.
were keeping it there by his own will They were stationed at Jubécourt,
power. outside Verdun, and for months the He seemed relieved then, and began struggle had raged, attack and counter at once-he had saved a surprising attack, for the possession of Hill 304. amount of strength-to speak. He knew Corey had gone up to the front poste de Burke planned to go to New York, and secour at Esnes, where in an under- he wanted him to deliver some papers. ground shelter fitted up in what had They were in his bag, at Jubécourt; he been the basement of an ancient château, told him where he should find the key, reduced now to ruins by the German and then he asked Burke to write down shells, he was giving first aid to the Mr. Ewing's name and address. wounded brought in from the trenches. It was while Burke was crossing the
Word had come into the poste one dim, lamp-lighted room in search of a night that an officer, lying in a trench pencil or pen that some one had stopped dugout, was too far gone to move. And him to say that the General was coming Corey had volunteered to go, alone, on at eleven to confer upon Corey. the foot, along the zigzag communication Medaille Militaire. It had given Burke trench that led to the dugout, under the a distinct kind of shock. Could it be, incessant shelling, and see what he could he wondered, that that was what Corey do. And early that morning, about had saved himself for? For Corey knew, three o'clock, they had been carried in, as well as they, that the Medaille MiliCorey and his officer—the only two who taire was the one decoration never conhad come out of that trench alive. ferred upon dead men. He had gone on
From the officer they had the story and borrowed the pen, and on the way of what Corey had done; not many back had asked if he might be allowed words, to be sure, and little embellish to tell Corey. It might, he said, do him ment, but such accounts need no flowers, some good. That news had turned the no figures of speech.
The facts are balance for more than one man. enough, told in gasps, as this one was, But when, a few moments later, hurriedly, while yet there was strength, Burke, receiving permission, had told as one pays a debt, all at once, for fear Corey his news, he had been for a mohe may never again have gold to pay. ment afraid that the balance had turned
A trench torpedo had found its mark. -and in the wrong way. Corey had And Corey, bending above him, had seemed hardly to comprehend, and then deliberately braced himself, holding his a sudden unaccountable change had arms out, and had received in his stead
come over his face. the exploding pieces of shell. He raised “The Medaille!” he gasped. “What himself on his elbow to look at Corey, time did you say?" unconscious, on the next stretcher. He “Eleven,” Burke told him—"three wanted it understood. He sent for an hours from now. orderly and dictated a message which he He seemed then to be considering managed to sign, and despatched it post- something deep within himself, so that haste to Staff Headquarters. And then Burke hardly heard when he said, he resigned himself to the hands of those “That's time enough.” And Burke, about him.
thinking that he had been measuring his The news had come in to Jubécourt strength against the time, hastened a
little awkwardly to reassure him. But Burke to come nearer, and when he had Corey, ignoring his assurance,
had leaned down, he said, “Remember to seemed to arrive at some secret conclu tell him I didn't take that." He was sion.
looking at the hypodermic the doctor “Did you put down the name?” he held in his hand. asked.
“But the Medaille—" began Burke, Burke had forgotten the name, and and was stopped by the strangeness of Corey told him again, patiently, spelling Corey's expression. He had, he said, out the address. He watched while smiled a secret mysterious smile, and Burke wrote.
closed his eyes with a curious look of “The papers
all go to him.” He was content. silent a moment. Then: “Listen," he And even the French doctor had seen, said. “Will you give him this message by something in his faint gesture of refor me?”
fusal, that Corey would never submit to Burke promised, whatever he wished, his restorative. He put the case down word for word.
on a box, with a nod to the orderly, in “Tell him," he said, "that it breaks case Corey should change his mind. a man's luck to know what he wants. And Burke had stayed by until the
“Yes,” said Burke. “Is there any Division General, just half an hour too thing else?”
late, had arrived at exactly eleven The strength had drained out of o'clock. Corey had not changed his Corey's voice with the last words. mind. Again he waited while he seemed to de That, then, was the end of the story. cide. And when he spoke, at last, a So much affected was I at the nature strange gentleness had come into his of poor Corey's death that I almost tone, so that Burke was not surprised to forgot Mr. Ewing, sitting there across hear that the message was meant now from me in our comfortable smokfor a woman.
ing-car, and that he might, in all de“Tell him,” said Corey, “there's no cency, expect some comment from me. use letting her know about the Medaille Indeed, I think I should have forgotten Militaire.'
altogether if I had not felt after a little And although Burke had divined some a relaxation of his long-continued gaze, obscure meaning in Corey's words, he and I knew he was going to speak. was yet not quite certain that he had “Why,” he said, “do you think he heard aright.' “You mean that she's didn't want her to know?" ! not to know?"
So that was the thing which had puzCorey nodded his head, yes, and zled him in New York, the thing which Burke saw that he was no longer able to still puzzled him now. speak. Turning, he motioned an orderly Well, it had puzzled me, too; and I to his side, and whispered that he was could give him no answer, except to conafraid Corey would never last until fess that I didn't know. But long after eleven.
the train had passed through Dubuque, The orderly sped away, and a moment and Mr. Ewing and I had said good-by, later the French doctor in charge stood an answer, perhaps right, perhaps wrong, beside Corey's stretcher, opening his presented itself to my mind. hypodermic case.
If one followed Corey at all, one must And then, Burke said, he had done follow him all the way; perhaps he had what seemed to him the “queerest” wished to save her the pang
of an added thing of all. He had made a signal for disgrace.
Havana in the Sunshine
BY ARTHUR BARTLETT MAURICE
HIS is a record of an side. For that would probably mean original impression, of that the next morning was to bring the another impression, and sight of Morro Castle, and Cabañas beof a revised judgment. yond; and below, across the harbor, the It may be personal pe
personal pe- pink-and-white houses of Havana-Haloc. of
culiarity, but in the vana-in-the-sunshine. LUIZNENO
At the beginning, the Scribe is ventther the book that is dismissed for all uring to strike a personal note. It was time after one reading, nor the place that in the winter of 1915, in company with one does not desire to revisit, really the Illustrator, that he first found Hacounts. The Scribe—that is the easiest vana and learned to love it. A year way to avoid the use of the first person passed. Again the sullen skies and the singular-has read, for example, Samuel slushy streets of the northern winter Warren's Ten Thousand a Year. He is bringing the call of the semi-tropics. acquainted with Mr. Tiddlebat Tit In making the choice, there was no mouse, with his hair painted green, and hesitation. Again Havana. Another the law firm of Quirk, Snapp & Gam- year year that brought strange
The acquaintance constitutes a changes. The Scribe, a member of the mental acquisition of more or less im American Commission for Relief in Belportance. But there is not the slightest gium, was bottled up in the Province wish to turn to the pages of the dreary, of the Brabant. To the north the road cumbersome volume again. The book, to Holland was closed by the wire of Ten Thousand a Year, suggests a place, swift death, guarded by the rifles and Palm Beach, and recalls long hours of gleaming bayonets in the hands of the watching the fat, overdressed dowagers German Landsturm. To the south were on the verandas of The Breakers and battling armies. To the west was a forthe Royal Poinciana, and journeys, pro bidden zone of military operations, and, pelled by afromobile, through the man beyond, the mine-infested Channel. To made jungle on the shores of Lake the east was Germany. Six weeks beWorth. That experience, too, has its fore, the United States had severed diplovalue. No foreigner can crush, because matic relations. Three weeks later our of utter ignorance of that curious aspect Government was to declare formally the of our national life, exclaiming, with existence of a state of war. Our Riviera superciliously uplifted eyebrows, “What, or Spanish Main seemed likely to be a not know Palm Beach?” as Lord Byron place of detention. The fact that it was is said once to have turned his back on to be in Baden-Baden did not make it an American in Europe who confessed any the less a prison. Then came the that he had never seen Niagara. But news that we were to be allowed to go. so far as personal inclination is con To our passports, originally marked, cerned, let Palm Beach be consigned to “Great Britain, Holland, Belgium. Obthe limbo of memories. The thought ject: Relief Work,” Brand Whitlock of the seemingly endless hotel corridors, added, "Germany, Switzerland, France, the flat golf-links, and the swarming Spain.” "We shall probably sail for tea-garden provokes not the slightest home from Barcelona,”, explained the thrill. But let that be qualified. There director. “It is a roundabout way. The is a thrill to the idea of seeing the lights line does not run to the United States, of Palm Beach; with the water-cleav but to Cuba. We must go there first. I ing nose of the ship pointed southward, am told, however, that Havana is an to see them from the vessel's starboard attractive city." Listening, forgotten
were the leaden Belgian skies, the faces urbs of old Seville. By similar pictured of unutterable sadness, the gray-green
inducements in the years before, the uniforms of the invaders. In vision were Scribe had been cajoled and led astray seen the Prado, and the shoppers in But there was one expression that the Calle Obispo and Calle O'Reilly, and Illustrator had used that had outweighed the broad Malecón, and the dancing all argument. He had spoken of it as waters of the Caribbean, and grim "Havana-in-the-sunshine. Morro and brown Cabañas. For the Above the vessel, as it is slipping its moment the stricken land was far away. East River moorings, rises the wonderful
New York sky-line, soon to recede in the It all began with the Illustrator. He distance. It is another world that lies is a man of many delightful moods, beyond, only three days away. Ah! though inclined to rash promises. These That leaving the north of February bethe Scribe, after long years of friend- hind, the chilling dampness, the sodden ship, has learned to discount. So the streets, the dull, dirty skies! It does issue was decided, not by the assurance not matter so much what the particular that in Cuba could be found the essence destination may be, in those first hours of all that Spanish-American life and after sailing, provided it is somewhere civilization touching the Caribbean had in the direction of the equator. By the to offer; or that, in a certain hostelry time night comes there is a difference known as the Dos Hermanos, were served in the atmosphere. The next morning viands surpassing those to be tasted in there is visible a sun that has been a any restaurant of Madrid; or that the stranger through the long winter months, golf-links were of a surpassing richness a sun that grows hotter and hotter with and beauty, “with real putting-greens, every hour. That nothing is to be seen remember that, none of your browns”; over the great stretch of water save an or that the Prado was, and the Malecón; occasional smoke-spot on the far horior that in the twin thoroughfares, Ob zon, counts for little. It is enough to ispo and O'Reilly, feminine eyes flashed know from the chart that now Hatteras darkly; or that a certain suburb of the is being turned, or that Charleston Harcity reproduced exactly the color, the bor is almost due west, or that the clusflavor, and the architecture of the sub ter of twinkling lights is The Breakers.
VOL. CXXXVI.-No. 812.—27
Once the semi-tropics are in the blood, There is always more personality in the imagination does the rest.
It is not
intermediate than on the deck above. a material city that lies at the jour- The people there are more alive, they ney's end, but the Land of the Lotus feel more keenly the pangs of pleasure
or pain. First, in the sunshine, in the Most of the steamship lines sailing arms of his trainer, was Scipio, the Magunder the United States Aag seem, of nificent. A week before, on the stage late years, to have dropped the term of a New York music-hall, he was firing “second cabin,” just as motor-car dealers a gun, doing tricks of bicycle-riding, and have substituted "used” for “second- dining with an astonishing correctness hand" machines. There is a more eco of deportment. Where did he learn nomical state of transportation euphe- those excellent table manners? Cermistically known as “intermediate." It tainly not from his immediate environis found by slipping down a ladder from ment. The trainer, fat, forid, mightily the upper deck. The artistic tempera mustached. At his nationality one could ment, or the urgent need of repose, re only guess. His French Auent, but of a quired that the Illustrator spend the Teutonic favor. The German woman greater part of the day in his state-room, in charge of the trained dogs imparted emerging resplendent toward the setting the information that he spoke German of the sun. Deprived of his society, the with a marked Italian accent. But two Scribe had grown just a little tired of or three Italians shook their heads prothe book, of listening to the reminis- testingly.
testingly. He was no compatriot of cences of the lady from Toledo, and theirs. The intermediate was almost watching the mysterious lady from entirely professional. Noisily the memPhiladelphia, whose make-up was the 'bers of a theatrical troupe were airing more extraordinary for the reason that their grievances.
The Havana manageit was so .perfectly unnecessary. For ment had promised them first-class diversion he slipped down the ladder. transportation. It was
It was so definitely