Fate
seemed to arrange the matter silently that at some indefinite time when
"he" had had time to look around and "see how things were," he would send
for me.
It was a matter of weeks before I got a cable: "Come now." I came.
We met through tragedy. My husband has all the sacredness to me of having
come back to me from the brink of the grave. He has all the wonder of a man
who has offered, and is willing to offer his life again for right. He has
all the glory of a man who had not to be "fetched." He went.
He is friend, pal and husband all in one. Of Peter, the unconscious
instrument of Fate's working, we must say of him but one thing: "He died
for his country."
[Illustration: SIGNS OF RANKS FROM THE TRENCH MAGAZINE]
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS OF A SOLDIER WHILE ON ACTIVE SERVICE
1. When on guard thou wilt challenge all parties approaching thee.
2. Thou shalt not send any engraving nor any likeness of any
air-ship in Heaven above or on any postcard of the Earth beneath,
nor any drawing of any submarine under the sea, for I, the Censor,
am a jealous Censor, visiting the iniquities of the offenders with
three months C.
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