No Man's Land

charge was polite, but

ope. If you can get a seat on it-well and good. If not--" he

it would arrive at Marseilles-perhaps. It would not be comf

ped the fact that mufti invariably cloaked the Britis

he truly remarked, one never knows.

red promptly, with an a

Colonel; ?a

up. "Vive l'Angleterre." Gravely he s

having once again solemnly saluted one another, he to

k round, and in her face was the pitiful look of the hunted animal; then he would speak, and with a smile on her lips and a jest on her tongue she would cover a heart that seemed like to burst with the agony of it. Inexorably the cloc

e bustle and glamour of the unknown; for her-the empty chair, the lonely house, and

t of the room, and a roar of sound swept in with them as the doors swung open. Threading their way between the tables, they stopped just opposite to where he sat, and instinctively he turned his head away. For her the half-hour was over, her Pi

eyes held one of her hands clasped tight. And the girl-she was just a girl, that's all-sat dry-eyed and rig

t. "Maman." He solemnly extended a

prehendingly; she saw the childish face, the little dirty han

im up off the chair and, clutching him in her arms

ng his eyes on a dinner napkin, and the grey-haired woman leaning gently over her, were talking in low tones. They seemed satisfied as they watche

se before what war meant to a woman. And we shall never realise what