long mirrors, or the marble Venus when I looked through the charred window-frames upon piles of bricks and timber churne

ed as relics of that garden where the people of Vermelles had laid their dead to rest. New dead had followed old dead. I stumbled over something soft,

is a pest-house,"

spoke from som

al

lash of red flame, and a shock of

unner officer. "It's the very d

arming fellow, recently from civil life. All the battery was made up of New Army men lear

ke this," said one of them. "I wouldn't unless I

f the parlor and had failed to burst. It was there still, firmly wedged, like a huge nail. The tea was good, in tin mugs. Better still was the company of the gunner officers. They told me h

odical!" said on

shooting!"

ut we're learning; my men are very keen. Put in a good w

d, and past the chateau which we had visited in the af

dly, as though they happened yesterday. On hundreds of other

u think?" said my companion. "And the others didn'

wkward time. They

m Regulars who pride themselves on being

he Regular crowd think the war belongs to them... But I liked their pluc