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Show ‘T.-'E_T'l7‘;;'i~;<-I:T(:7; "E: j: *LT-r-t: 1%! : AT-Etd-_i£h Ton-to gloi - re presd'ouxpnsse ct tomhe é -1vhé -mb A re. lob/min. " " A, 3:" 5-:f::": ::_ _, :5 ,;7:l51::4:5;7::k:lg :34 dim. com - me fe-rait E r. 117172711 {110 "pram. l | u - ne 7' :- m‘e N] l ~dfl:L4- 4 4 -9fiéfig 257:7:"jfi )4 ¢ "3T'H5rf074l7' : 7: ' ' ‘ ' 7'1"" #'*' ""' ‘;l:l:';L TF"V'TIE'. 2-0:: :- in. 1X @fl''3?3 r '5'"! ' Ill 3' ---l l._..J l [1]] I l "a O com - me fe-rait u - me 3,3 me successes, and their failures. The altar itself was shattered, but the steps remained, and on them-seeking ‘-‘-J: >- ,: i'1 l --l \:» : l t) n o J z '9‘ re, La voix d'un purple en - tier i berce en leur :: l,_\ \ \ l -: 105 l .. I __ 1-1-49 bercc 0l!‘lll,' \-/ l . ‘0' 7 f: tom - beau. < 7 p. _ {03‘ fro-1‘; FT "-‘-l\_, c 1‘ O on lcur en leur tom beau, } ,,r.::.:reri .. Ta. By FLORA ANNIE STEEL SUNRISE THE shells had been shrieking and screaming all day long; but now that the dusk had fallen they were silent. So on this All Souls' night the moon could rise, still, silvery, serene over the ruined village. And the cold, remote radiance softened the charred glow of still burning rafters to cool glimmerings, and made the little trails of smoke rising from them show like incense seeking the star-strewn sky. Carven stones heaped high in weird shapeless piles showed where for countless generations the village church had stood; and high amongst these rose the stone Crucifixion let into the wall behind the altar, which a generation of men, long since past and gone, had hewn out of a solid block. So it stood still erect, a sorrowful figure to which those countless generations of patient people had brought their hopes, their fears, their sins, their . :p '- _..I_L : tom » the shelter of a high piled heap of debris from the tower-lay three figures. One was crumpled up face downwards almost as it had first fallen. Another with helpless loose-hanging arm sate limply on the top step. The third had crawled to the very foot of the Cross and lay restfully its head upon a splintered stone. All was still as the grave. Then suddenly, waveringly, came a man's voice : " It's a long, long way to Tipperary." The chant ended in a sort of sob, as the seated figure on the top step rose to its feet unsteadily. " I seed 'im move," murmured the Englishman, " an' I 'oped he was a deader." So he stood, looking down on the crumpled figure. " Must be beastly oneasy," he continued. " Lordy I ain't 'e like the bumbadeer arter '6 got one from Charpenteer." Then he paused; so after a space looked back and called out : " Hi ! you there, Frenchy ! Wake up, Jacko, and give a h'arm with this German bloke, there's a decent chap." The man who rested his head on the splintered altar-stone sate up, showing himself a long-limbed, broad-shouldered Breton, kindly but uncompre- hending. The gestures of the other, however, were sufficient added to the explanation: " 'E ain't comfy, see you, Jacko ! and 'e ain't got long t'er be comfortable; so let's 'eft 'im up." Jean the Breton nodded at John the Englishman and half crawled, half limped, down the steps to lend an aid. Together the two wounded men dragged the third to more fitting rest, where on 1118 back he could breathe easier, for he was shot through the lungs ; but in.the process the helmet he had worn fell off and rolled, glinting and clanking, Into the shadows. " 'E mieuox comm' ca," remarked Jean the Breton approvmgly 1n hIS patois. " Beastly unbecomin' things, 'elmets," said John the Englishman in his. 43 |