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Show The Crux. He'd never really been keen on soldiering. sol-diering. He'd only gone into the army because be-cause he couldn't very well avoid it. But hitherto he had gone through with it without making a conspicuous ass of himself. Now, however, that the moment was at hand, the moment that would really test him, he knew himself for a coward. cow-ard. He felt a worm, a jelly-fish, no man he felt, in fact, a conglomerntioa of all the emotions that analytical novelists, novel-ists, depicting their heroes in l funk, had described at length in the days before there was a paper' shortage. short-age. And the earth refused to open arf swallow- him. And even the opportunity of ninnia; away was denied him, for the brutal sergeant he'd always disliked tta' particular sergeant had set him in front of tlie first rank inside the hollow hol-low square and was huskily whispeno! iu his ear: "Now, me lad, if yer wilt he a blinkiu hero, go up and tate ytr medicine." "Corporal Smith," called an officer, reading from a paper. And Corporal Smith guiltily en" forward to receive from the hands the general the decoration he n!l earned in France. London Opim- |