Salt Lake Herald-Republican | 1918-05-26 | Page 42 | They Talk of Life as Death Looms

THEY TALK OF LIFE AS DEATH LOOMS LOO By Captain Lord Written for the United Press A D then we used to have ha V A Ku sausages said tho the ser ser- geant And mashed said the private Yes said the sergeant and beer beel And then we used to go o home It wa was grand rand in the eve eve- We e used to togo go alonG So a a. lano lane that was full of them wild roses And then we come to the road where the houses were The They all had their bit of or a garden garden garden gar gar- den er e every house Nice I calls it a garden gardon the private said Yes said the sergeant sei-geant the they all had their garden Jarden It came ame right rig down to the road Wooden palings nono none of that there wire I hates wire sal said the private ate They didn't have none of ot it tho the N. N C. C O. O went on The gardens gardens gar gar- Ill dens came rl right ht down own to tho the road looking lovely ely Old Billy Weeks he lie had them tall pale blue flowers Clowers in his garden ardon nearl nearly as high as a man hocks said sald the private No the they wasn't holy Lovely ely they were We Ve used to stop and look hook at them going b by er e every evening He had a path up UI the middle of his garden I paved pa with red tiles Billy Weeks had and those tall blue flowers growing the whole hoie wa way along it ft it both sides alike They was a a. I wonder Twenty gardens there must have been counting them all bu but t none to touch Billy Weeks with his pale blue flowers Thero There was an old windmill awa away to tho the left leCt Then thero there were the tho swifts sailing b by overhead o and screeching just about as high again as the houses GREAT DAYS DAS Those wore great da days s The bats used to con conic come out flutter flutter Clutter flutter and then there'd be a star or two and the smoke from the chimneys chimney's going all alt allgra gra gray and a little cold wind going up and down like lIko the bats and all the color going out of or things s and the woods looking all strange and a wonderful quiet in them and a mist coming up from the stream sti Its It's a queer time timo that Its It's always about that time the way vay I see It the end of the evening in the long days and a star or two and me and m my girl going home I wonder you dont don't talk about things for abit a a. abit bit the wn way you ou remember them O 0 no sergeant said the tho other You go on You do bring it all back so I used to bring her home the ser sergeant said to her liet- fathers father's house TIer Her father was keeper there thero and the they had a house in tho the I wood A fine house with queer old tiles on it and a lot of ot large friendly dogs dog I knew them all ll b by name same as ns they knew me I used to walk home then along the side of the tho wood The owls would be about you could hear them yelling They'd float out out of ot the wood ool like sometimes all large larg-c and white I knows them said the vate I saw a fox once so close I could nearly touch him walking like he lie heas was as as on velvet elvet He just slipped out of the wood Cunning old brute said the pr private SUMMER NIGHT NOISES the time to be out said ald the sergeant Ten o'clock on a summers summer's night and tho the nl night ht full lull of ot noises not man many of ot them but hut what shat there Is strange and coming from a great wa way off oft through h tho the quiet with nothing to stop them Dogs barking owls hooting an old cart and then Just once a sound that you couldn't account for tor at all not a anyhow 1 how Ive I've heard soun sounds on nights like hike that that nobody u ud think you'd oud heard nothing like tho the flute Clute that young ounG Booker had nothing like anything on earth I know said the lie private ate I I r never tol told anyone before bec be bo- c cause use they wouldn't believe you ou But Dut it doesn't matter maller now bj be a light In the windOW window win win- dow dow- to guide gulde me when I i got ot home Id I'd walk up through the flowers Clowers of ot out our garden arden Wo We e h had d a lovely o el garden arden Wonderful white and strange the flowers looked of or a night time You bring brinS it all back wonderful wonder wonder- ful CuI said the lie private Its a great thing to have Ih lived I said tho the sergeant Yes 1 es sergeant said tho other I I wouldn't have ha missed it not flOt for anything For five fI days ays the lie bala barrage e had hind rained down behind them they were utter utterly cut off and had bad no hope lope of rescue their food tood was done and they did not know where the they were