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Show British Artillery Destroying German Ponto 3ns Duringthe First Onrush of the Teutons - P m ar Rmance of Mis a Constance Moore ' ,! " Won Her with His First Lucky Shot rfa Ls''" "I will marry yon as soon as you put a peace ind comfort in the desert of battle. German battery out of action." And Mr. Men still stunned from tremendous bombard- J.. Walker promptly not only put a battery out ments and from the slaughter come into these iflEnb Lieutenant Donald Walker. of action, but by one lucky shot prevented a places and find among their own people v- large body of. the enemy from crossing a strength to readjust themselves. Sometimes IT has been truly said that fashions change highly important bridge in a certain part of Miss Moore's work carried her right behind ,v.,. in everything except hearts. And the France during the first German offensive the trenches themselves, where hot coffee ' lfp; ' same rules that held good in the now most recently. and soup and whatever else can be gotten to jslP ancient of games when it was still young, Miss Moore is the daughter of Mrs. "Will- them are served straight to the front lines. Miss back in the cave age, hold good to-day in an ;am j. Sayles. Jr., by her first husband. Such canteen service is extra hazardous, but Constance . ' age of high explosives and machinery. Henry Boyton Moore. She is a niece of Mrs. Miss Moore never shrank from her duty. Moore, This is apropos of the marriage, soon to Warner Mifflin Leeds, sister-in-law of the It was while engaged in this work that she Fashionable be celebrated, of Miss Constance Moore, one very famous Mrs. Leeds, who inherited the met Mr. Walker. He ga ve her. it seems, a Society" Girl of our most beautiful and richest heiresses. may millions of her husband. "The Tin li.t in the ambulance. back to the billets. Mr. Who Will ; .... She will become the wife of Lieutenant Don- Plate .King." Her sister is Mrs. Ernest A. Walker had been doing heroic service and Become the .' - ' ' ajd Walker, also rich and now serving with Bigelow, of Colorado Springs. Mrs. Moore. had several times been cited for bravery. Bride mfil&P ' ' our artillery in France. How Lieutenant ,Pr mother, married Commander William R Neither had known each other before, but -'" Jf probably now Captain Walker made Miss Savps v g. N and ;s now 5n par,Si ,vro bcth were at once interested in each other. American ff? Moore name a certain day for his happiness Commander Sayles is attached to the Ameri- ' More and mo, among, the scenes pf hor- Soldier . " is the subject of this story. can Embassy. . rcr and desolation, this interest grew. Miss She Met 3 Back in the cave age days, to delve into Hr Walr rom from onp of UlP o(lps1 Moore is militant. Like thousands of other Francc- J9MP grudging admiration of -his French teachers ancient history again, the gentle swain of fl fi N Amer.cans who have looked I upon the battle- . ' and confreres And then, not long ago. came that time had two wavs of winning his bride. " " J . " "e holds and have seen what the Germans have t ' W' the time when, with his battery, he was One was to club her into submission, and the t T ' Z " V T J , reeked upon this once smiling happy land - . , placed- at the. front. The Germans were vnc was. to duo net mio buuiuisMu , to France with the No rlon-Haries Ambulance she felt an active desire for retaliation and $P nreino- rlnun v, cf. ., other was to present her with the head and punishment. W lLTZ? Jl'lX British Artillery Destroying German Pontoons During the First Onrush of the Teutons in 1914. An Incident Portrayed by the Famous Italian Artist Matania for the London Sphere Which the Lucky Shot Probably Duplicated. War Romance of Miss Constance Moore and the Young American Who "Won Her with His First Lucky Shot Miss Constance Moore, Heiress and Fashionable Society Girl Who Will Become the Bride of the Brave American Soldier She Met in Francc. "I will marry you as soon as you put a German battery out of action." And Mr. Walker promptly not only put a battery out of action, but by one lucky shot prevented a large body of. the enemy from crossing a highly important bridge in a certain part of France during the first German offensive recently. Miss Moore is the daughter of Mrs. Will-ram Will-ram R. Sayles. Jr., by her first husband. Henry Boyton Moore. She is a niece of Mrs. "Warner Mifflin Leeds, sister-in-law of the very famous Mrs. Leeds, who inherited the many millions of her husband. "The Tin . Plate .King." Her sister is Mrs. Ernest A. Bigelow, of Colorado .Springs. Mrs. Moore, her mother, married Commander William R. Sayles, II. S. N.. and is now in Paris, wdjero Commander Sayles is attached to the American Ameri-can Embassy. Mr. Walker eomes from one of the oldest and finest New Jersey families. He left Summit, N. J., early in the war, going over to France with the Norton-Har.ies Ambulance Unit. Miss Moore did not land in Paris until un-til after the entrance pf America into the war. In fact, just as the world strife had taken him off the track of a career he had planned for himself, just so it had taken Miss Moore off hers. Tn January of 1917 she was sure that she was going on the stage. She wanted to do something serious and not fritter her life away in fashionable society. ''T want a career," said Miss Moore at that time. "The stage has always appealed strongly to me and 1 have seriously taken up the art of acting." But when her country went to war Miss Moore saw broader fields for usefulness open up. Going abroad with her mother and stepfather, step-father, she took up work in the canteens behind be-hind the lines, ministering to the comfort of the men. Here her wealth and her personality personal-ity and charm were more than useful. The caneens are the rest houses and the dining hall for the fighters. They are oasis of Copyri, peace and comfort in the desert of battle. Men still stunned from tremendous bombardments bombard-ments and from the slaughter come into these places and find among their own people strength to readjust themselves. Sometimes Miss Moore's work carried her right behind the trenches themselves, where hot coffee ard soup and whatever else can be gotten to them are served straight to the front lines. Such canteen service is extra hazardous, but Miss Moore never shrank from her duty. It was while engaged in this work that she met Mr. Walker. He gave her. it seems, a lift in the ambulance hack to the billets. Mr. Walker had been doing heroic service and had several times been cited for bravery. Neither had known each other before, but bcth were at once interested in each other. More and mole, among the scenes of horror hor-ror and desolation, this interest grew. Miss Moore is militant. Like thousands of other Americans who have looked upon the battlefields battle-fields and have seen what the Germans have reeked upon this once smiling, happy land she felt an active desire for retaliation and punishment. There is no more dangerous service than the ambulance service, and no greater one. But ambulance men are barred from punishing punish-ing those who have made the wrecks that they carry. "I am going to the artillery school at Fon-'ainebleau. Fon-'ainebleau. Constance," said Mr. Walker one day not many weeks ago. ''You mean that you are going into the active fighting service?" asked Miss Moore. "Yes." said Mr. Walker. The girl looked at him. There w-as something some-thing in her eyes that set his pulses beating rapidly. "Don't you think you take enough chances on the ambulance?" she asked, a little shyly. 'Bur you know how we feel about the actual act-ual fighting." said Walker. She looked up at him again and her eyes filled with tears. ' The artillery; is about the most dangerous service there is. Donald." she said. 5ht. 1S18. by the Star Company. Great Britain F.igh-.; Lieutenant Donald Walker. IT has been truly said that fashions change in everything except hearts. And the same rules that held good in the now most ancient of games when it was still young, back in the cave age, hold good to-day in an age of high explosives and machinery. This is apropos of the marriage, soon to be celebrated, of Miss Constance Moore, one of our most beautiful and richest heiresses. She will become the wife of Lieutenant Doii-jld Doii-jld Walker, also rich and now serving with our artillery in France. How Lieutenant probably now Captain Walker made Miss Moore name a certain day for his happiness is the subject of this story. Back in the cave age days, to delve into ancient history again, the gentle swain of that time had t wo ways of winning his bride. One was to club her into submission, and the other was to present her with the head and hide of some other admirer whom she feared would club her into submission. These methods became transmuted in the age of chivalry, much later on, to something more delicate. Sir Percival. in love with the Lady RoMena, would ask her when the happy day would be. "Not." would say the Lady Romena, gently but firmly, "until you have destroyed the giant. Bongle-Eves.'' or "the evil and kicked Sir Marmaduke." or "rescued five or six unhappy other ladies from bondage." r whatever else might occur to her. And even in times of peace, rather infrequent infre-quent as they have been,, the girl has many times set her hand in Hie balance against rue noble or chivalrous or kindly or self-sacrificing self-sacrificing deed of her lover. :..!;, ,rv ;' Mice arc to be believed, kuiss Moore, ji fjor she di -covered that she r really loved Mr. Walker, said to him : grudging admiration of his French teachers and confreres And then, not long ago, came the time when, with his battery, he was placed at the front. The Germans were pressing down upon the sector. Several German batteries were doing effective work and one was particularly annoying. Walker was given the range. The two "finding shots" were placed accurately and the third ope went straight down upon the battery, putting it forever out of business, as the aerial observer telegraphed immediately. If the thought of what that meant came to him Mr. Walker did not show it. He wont on shooting. The Germans had been trying to put pontoons across the stream that separated sep-arated them from the portion where Walker was fighting. A lucky shot frpm his battery destroyed their work and brought these operations for that day at least to an end. As soon as the young artilleryman was relieved re-lieved he went back to claim Miss Moore's promise. Then the engagement was officially announced, and by the time this article appears ap-pears in print Miss Constance Moore, former society belle, now active eanteenist behind the west front, will probably have become Mrs. Captain Donald Walker, of the artillery. "Do you reaily care, Constance?" he asked. Her answer was not an articulate one. The next day she told her mother that she was engaged to Donald Walker. Mrs. Sayles had met the Jersey-man and had liked him. Of course, Constance had had her pick of titles and millionaires, but these were wartimes war-times and the American looked very good to Mrs. Sayles. She gave her consent. But when Mr. Walker pressed for a marriage date Miss Moore was again shy. "There is so much work to do for the world," she said. This was not very sati-factory. At last she said, according to the stories of friends, "When you get your first German battery I will name the day." Mr. Walker went back to his work of learning to shoot big guns with more ardor and enthusiasm than he had ever shown before.' be-fore.' It v'as so markcd that it won the un- |