THEY ALSO SERVE
By H. M. Egbert
(Copyright by W. G. Chapman)
At fifty Hilda Mainwaring--was ac
counted the prettiest woman in the
town and her son Walter was said
to be the image of his father by those
old enough to remember the late gen
eral. Augustus Mainwaring had fallen in
love with the beautiful village belle
while on a visit from England to the
United States. He had married her
i-. and taken her to England to live.
Alter nis death she had returned to
her native country.
As school Walter was twitted by
his friends with heing an Englishman.
When he was twenty-one the vexed
question of nationality could be de
cided. Most people thought that the
choice would be made next year in
favor of America, on account of pret
ty Miss Agnes Latham. Village gos
sip coupled together the names of the
bank president's daughter and Wal
ter. It would be an ideal match. She
had money; the Mainwarings lived
decently enough, they were not sup
posed to be rich, and were, of course,
of good family. After leaving' high
school, to every one's surprise, in
stead of entering college Walter ac
cepted a position in the bank. At
that heads were wagging knowingly.
The reason did not seem an abstruse
And then, like a bombshell, came
the news that war had broken out
Walter Mainwaring, reserved by
nature, had told nobody of his secret
dream one day to emulate the ex
ploits of his fattier, who had won the
Victoria Cross in the Soudan for he
roism. Perhaps he had, looking at
the matter in a common sense way,
decided that the realization of his
dreams was impossible.
On the evening of the declaration
he walked home from the bank with
his mind made up. England was
calling for soldiers. It was said to
be the duty of every able-bodied man
to enlist. How much the more his,
then, with his father's record behind
Practical thatie was, Walter Main
waring went straight to Miss Lath
am's house, because it was the near
est point of call to the office.
"Isn't the news dreadful, Walter!"
"I am Going to Give Up My Position."
sighed Agnes, after greeting him -with
an unusually warm handshake.
Walter plunged abruptly into the
subject that occupied his thought.
"Agnes, I am going to England to
enlist," he said.
The girl looked keenly into his face.
Was he joking? But it was unlike
his serious nature -to joke in that
way. Yet it seemed horribly unreal,
in the little peaceful village. War,
shots falling, and Walter in the thick
o it She caught him by the hands.
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