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vered during advance of 42nd Division, 1918, facing 143 CHAPTER I. Holding up the Turk. In September, 1914, the 7th Bn. Manchester Regiment set out for active service in the East in goodly company, for they were a part of the 42nd (East Lancashire) Division, the first territorials to leave these shores during the Great War. After many interesting days spent on garrison duty in the Sudan and Lower Egypt they journeyed to Gallipoli soon after the landing had been effected, and took a continuous

's laughing face became gravewhenever the subject was mentioned, but the young man was not to bemoved from his resolve.Mardi Gras came and passed, but Ridge, though escorting his sister andcousin to all the festivities, took only a slight interest in them. Hewas always slipping away to buy the latest papers or to read thebulletins from Washington. "Would you go as a private, son?" asked his father one evening when thesituation was being discussed in the family circle. "No, no! If

f senseless and half cruel hazing that has no purpose exceptthe amusement of the yearlings. Now, I think I've made myselfclear. At least, I've said all that I have to say on the subject.For the rest, I'll listen to the ideas of the rest of you."There was silence, broken at last by Greg, who said: "I think I agree, in the main, with Prescott." "Oh, of course," grunted Dobbs, in a tone which might mean thatGreg Holmes was but the "shadow" of Dick Prescott. Greg

ve for a second or two and then smiled reassuringly. "It will be all right in time, quite right. You are suffering from shock; but you needn't worry. No worry. That's the great thing. A day or so will put you all right, Herr--let's see, what's your name?"But I didn't bite. "Is it Lassen? The nurse said so." "Don't you know it yourself?" he asked very kindly. "No." That was true at any rate. "How did you find it out?" "From the card in your

Take Oyl of Flower-de-Lys, Powder of Brimstone, and dry'd Elicampane-Roots, of each a like quantity, and Bay-Salt powdered; mix these Powders with the Oyl, and warm it, anoint, scratch, and make it bleed, it will do well. Tetter. Take Black Ink, Juice of Mint and Vinegar, of each alike, mix them altogether with Powder of Brimstone to a Salve, and anoint it. Worms. Give your Hound Brimstone and new Milk, it will kill them. Gauling. May Butter, yellow Wax and unflackt Lime, made to a Salve, and

ns of theprolix document. Five clerks with rows of hungry teeth, bright,mocking eyes, and curly heads, lifted their noses towards the door,after crying all together in a singing tone, "Come in!"Boucard kept his face buried in a pile of papers--/broutilles/ (oddsand ends) in French law jargon--and went on drawing out the bill ofcosts on which he was busy. The office was a large room furnished with the traditional stool whichis to be seen in all these dens of law-quibbling. The

you might incautiously give the show away. You had a good passage?""Excellent," replied von Ruhle. "I am getting well-known to the strafed English custom-house officers at Queenboro' and Harwich. They recognize me by my stick, I believe, but they little know that it is a new one every time. What do you think of this? I have brought it as a specimen for you to see. Just fancy! every time I cross to Holland twenty kilogrammes of good copper are on their way to the Fatherland.

topped more than once, and, loitering along, it was dark when they neared their destination.As they would have drawn up to the wharf there was a sudden flash of light--gone in a moment--followed by a dark body that swished by them like a flash. Frank uttered an exclamation of astonishment. "See that?" he demanded. "Yes. What could it have been?" "You've got me, but it's heading toward the open sea. Great Scott! Maybe it's an enemy." "An enemy?" "Yes;

s duty by me, and had no desire to hear from me in the future. I was inclined to send the money back to him, but Father O'Leary persuaded me not to do so, saying that I must be in a position to buy these things, if I obtained a commission; and that, no doubt, the money had been given me, not for my own sake, but because he felt that he owed it to me, for some service rendered to him by my father.""It was an ungracious way of doing it," O'Sullivan said, "but, in your