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Show m WORSE THAN FACING GUNFIRE Bj Gallant Seaman Found Himself In H Dilemma From Which He Was Ex H trlcated In Nick of Time. B A JiK'k tur from II. M. S. cntorod HBh a southwestern London post olllco to H chango u nionuy order. H As It wn.H a (government pay order H hu vvns nsked, iieeordliiK to regulations, H to show ltln certificate of Identity. But H the sailor hud loHt tliu cortlllcate. H All tho girls In tho post ofllco bo- H enmo anxious to help. H "Haven't you your niimii marked any- Hj where?" tinted one. Jack thought H hard, Hiiddenly kindled with Insplra- H tlon, opened mouth to speak, and H Mien Htood silent. A Hush deepened Hj LIh tanned complexion. H "Well?" urged the young postal lady. H' Sao sailor wanted that money hadly. H Ho faced the guns. "Yes," ho blurted, H "my uame'K marked on my shift." H I'ost olllco girls havo no training In H tho technical lingo on his mnJenty'H H navy. Whatever sort of document, M docket or dink this "shift" might he, Hf It was her duty not to pay tho money H until site had seen It. "Then let mo H hcc your '.shift,' " she demanded ninlii- H bly hut llrnily. H Small veins knotted on Jack's tern- H pies, a moisture stood on.hls brow. Jtut H desperate tlnancu needs desperato Hjj measures. "Have you got a screen H, here?" hu asked in a hollow voice. H "A screen 1" echoed the post ofllco H girl In bewilderment. "Aye, a screen 1" Hj repeated Jack on n rising note, of H It was then that a colleague saved one of ills majesty's A. M.'s from npo B ,ple.y by a hurried and whispered ex- B planntlon to his liitUlsltlou. H l'erhaps because tho gods lovo H 'laughter the sailor's Identity was then H accepted without further evidence. H .'London Dally Mall. |